Personal Narrative: Near-Death Experiences

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Dealing with grief is never easy. One of the hardest time in anyone’s life is when an acquaintance or a loved one passes away. In the second week of the Fall 2016 semester, I received a devastating call. I walked into my chemistry class, and my mom called me from Turkey to tell me that my grandmother had passed away. I sat in silence in the car on the way home and thought about my grandmother. She had taught me innumerable important lessons throughout my life. Losing her changed everything, and I knew I had to return to my home country to say goodbye to my grandmother.

As a child, I knew nothing about loss. The closest think I had known about loss would be my dog dying a few years before. I was devastated and I cried forever, but it was nothing compared to when my brother died. The loss of my brother to suicide taught me more about life than I would have thought. I learned that death is different from when I was a kid than it is now, also how I cope with it and relearn about death each year that passes by.

TOUCHDOWN!!!!! That's all I heard as I laid there back first on the cold pointy turf. It was a warm Sunday night. Like any other Sunday I had my football game. But that day was not like any other day. This day.This game was not like any ordinary game for the Falcons football team, and Austin Hembd a 13 year old football player. We were down by 4 points one touchdown and we could win. During the 4th quarter there were only 5 seconds left on the clock. Enough time for one play. I get to the line and start to call my cadence, my face is dripping with sweat, my heart is racing. Within a second my eyes narrow and I hear nothing. I yelled hike. The play was supposed to be a deep pass, we are about 40 yards away from the end zone, but everyone is covered so all I can do is take

I’m a ball of sexual tense need. He stares down at me for a moment, measuring my need, then he grabs me suddenly and flips me over. It takes me by surprise, and because my hands are tied, I have to support myself on my elbows. He pushes both my knees up the bed so my behind is in the air, and he slaps me hard. Before I can react, he plunges inside me. I cry out-from the slap and from his sudden assault, and I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him as he continues to slam deliciously into me. He doesn’t stop. I’m spent. I can’t take this…and he pounds on and on and on…then I’m building again…surely not…no…

The next few moments were a blur for me. I remember little until the Paramedics arrive. During my forgotten moments, Dad said he experienced an out of body moment. He told his story several times in the following days. As he crumbled, he felt a raw flame of pain sapping his chest.

I never knew much about death. I didn’t understand what happened to someone. It was like they just disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from again. Almost like a character in one of my mystery novels. Only this time, there was no group of brothers or a crime-solving girl to look for clues and solve the case. It was probably because no one close to me has died when I was old enough to remember it. To this day, I’ve still never lost anyone very close to me.

I always thought that there was a secret, a truth privy only to those who had experienced it, about coping with death. Having never encountered it in my fifteen years of life, death seemed a mystery, and those left in its wake even more so. Rationality being my forte, I determined that they must know something that I didn't, because in my mind every question had an answer and every problem, a solution. I concluded that there must be a secret, some way to bear the toll that death takes and move on. Eventually my mind was filled with other things, more questions needing answers, more problems needing solutions, so I pushed my existential one to the back of my mind. Little did I know, the real answer would find its way to me, as answers always seem to do when you stop looking for them.

I have finally get to get the notebook so that i could read it at the Funeral. Our show couldn’t wait if we wanted to be on broadway we had to out her death on hold and continue the show. Now that the show has been off broadway for a while there's time to plan the funeral. Me and jackson looked through it and it really doesn't make any sense, it’s like she wanted to die.

It all started on the morning of July 26, when I told my dear daughter Penny Woods to go out and buy the groceries for dinner. She had been so excited to drive by herself since she had just received her driver 's licence. It was hard for me to let her go to the store without me, but I knew I had to. The weather was nice, it was sunny and the clouds dotted the sky. It made me feel better letting Penny go off all alone. I wish I had known that it was the last goodbye I would ever say to her.

We all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.

On March 16, 2014 there was a death. The death of a boy named Asher Alt. He was 15 with long black hair, khaki pants, a sweatshirt, and some Osiris shoes. There was, however, something very different about this death, the difference being that it only lasted about 90 seconds, and it was my death. Ninety seconds doesn’t seem like long, it’s only a minute and a half and isn’t ever directly documented as a death, but those 90 seconds of death sure did change my life. Death was most definitely a surreal experience unlike anything I could’ve imagined.

She is gone and she took everything with her. She obliterated my life. It was unexpected. There was no reason behind her death; she left me without saying goodbye. How am I meant to survive? She was everything to me, my best friend why did she leave me so suddenly? We grew up together, did everything together, we were a team but she’s gone now. I am all alone. I’ve became independent doing things by myself. I suppose that wasn’t a bad thing but it has been lonely without her.

No matter how “ready” you are for death, when it comes down to it, you’re just not. You’re not ready and then there’s that all encompassing pain tugging at the back of your throat and then there’s hot tears streaming down your face and then you’re numb all at the same time.

What is death? Why do people die? How can learn to accept the fact that one day we will die? Death is something unexplainable. Everyone has a beginning and an end. Some people cope with death differently, through sadness, anger, and confusion. The death of a loved one hurts so much, words can’t explain the feeling. Although that pain is not physical some can say that emotional pain hurts as much as physical pain. Once a person dies it’s a chance for people to reflect on what they did while they were alive. How many people they helped or how friendly they were to people. On June 18, 2016, I experienced death for the first time. I was not very close to this person but he was someone who really impacted my life and my families. I just never realized how much he meant to us until that second Saturday of June.