Some of it is impossible to explain. I was dead for only 3:35, I was in a coma for 6 days after that. I can tell you, touch gets through to people to people in a coma, they shaped my weird visions during that time. My dad came and would sing to me, songs he made up as a child for me, and I know he pretty much lived at the hospital, as did my mom (they are still adorable together), but I remember my friends/family who would hold my hand, and those are the ones I would fight to live for, which sounds dramatic, but, I mean, it was dramatic. Literally, life and death.
In death, my grandmother came to me and took me to the library I pretty much lived at as a kid and told me to send the message of being a better person out to the world in action and deeds. Now I do tons of volunteer work and am trying to get my story published by a few major houses, we'll see. I'm not that special, but I hope my story helps women to keep striving for more, in the face of any adversity. I just hope most don't have to re-learn to walk, which is a HARD and humbling process, to get there!