Just before Danny died five minutes ago, he could still hear the rumbling sound of lightening outside the window, another big storm marching into Aiken, South California. Danny recognized this horrible sound for long as his granny described it as the ‘artillery from God’. His mom also warned Danny that NEVER answer a phone call during the strobe, a ‘phone call from God’, or you’ll soon turn yourself into a ‘burning bush’. Danny obviously took it as a joke, and he would never thought one day this would be a proper tragedy of his own, which happened one night at the age of 25, a call from Tommy, Danny's neighbor as a Naval corpsman, on September 17, 1975.
Jolts of electricity came through his ear then to his whole body. He was as if immerging into battery acid. The power of the thunder was so strong that his shoe nails were welded to the nails in the floor so that he was thrown into the air with his feet pulled out from his shoes. Danny’s wife, Sandy, rushed into the living room and shouted, but he didn’t hear her say then. He only found himself hung in the midair and even once thought he was the ceiling plaster.
He then went into another world.
‘From immense pain I found myself engulfed by peace and tranquility. It was a feeling I had never known before and have not had since. It was like bathing in a glorious calmness. This place that I went to was an atmosphere of deep blue and gray where I was actually able to relax for a moment and wonder just what it was that had hit me so hard.’
Danny began to look around, rolling over in the midair. Below him was his own body, where his wife was practicing CPR, trying to bring him back to life. He saw she breathed into his mouth and straddled his stomach, pushing on his chest, so hard that she grunted with each downward stroke. He felt nothing.
However, the CPR seemed to have worked because Danny was once suddenly back into his body, his burnt corpse. He was too pain and too weak to scream. Later then, Tommy came and took over the first aid. At this moment, Danny had left his body again, hovering from about 15 feet above everyone, looking at Tommy, Sandy, and the ambulance crew, whose backs were drenched by the pouring rain outside. He was like a television camera, observing the first disaster scene without passion or pain, recording that Sandy was sobbing when he was stretchered twitching and jumping back to the ambulance.
Sandy was so pressed to see her beloved convulsing on the stretcher and finally stopped moving any more. Tommy was stunned and overwhelmed at the suddenness of this event. The emergency technicians looked at the body discouraged and felt like a failure.
‘It ain’t your fault. Don’t feel bad, buddy’, as Danny looked downward the mess over his dead body. At this moment, a tunnel was forming, opening like the eye of a hurricane in front of him and coming toward.
‘Looks like an interesting place’, Danny thought, and away he went.
To Be Contunued...
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