reggieTull would have to ask someone like me to answer a request like this. Maybe it is fate that asked me to be here at the time he put forward this request.

As you have already seen the pictures in my hub,"Why do people hate God?", I not only had a near death experience, but I experienced death as they were freeing me from the wreckage of my car.

This, by the way, was my second,n but not last, deathly experience that I have been privileged to suffer over the fifty years existence on this earth.

At the mere age of nineteen I was privileged to experience death itself. It left me badly scared for some seventeen years after the experience but after some Theophostical Counseling I managed to rid myself of the burden I had been carrying around for so long.

However, I still carry the physical scars around with me and will do so until the day I eventually shuttle my mortal coil off this God forsaken earth. A total of one hundred and seventy two sutures to be exact. And, may I add, the temporary loss of one kidney. The doctors claimed I would never be able to find myself fitting into society again. Was that a challenge or what?

As I already said, my first near death situation was at the age of nineteen. I owned a mobile disco and was heavily into alcohol. Thank God I never smoked or took drugs in those days. Just pure alcohol. Sometimes up to seventy percent proof.

One evening I allowed a friend to accompany me to a party and we got into an argument. Later in the evening my friends found me unconscious and in a pool of my own blood. They called the paramedics and I was declared Dead on Arrival at the Paardekraal Hospital in Krugersdorp, just outside Johannesburg.

Now as you have also read in many of my other more serious hubs, I am also a very proud Roman Catholic. I was in a backsliding mode at this time and needed to get back to my God very fast.

We are very fortunate here in South Africa. We have a test for the tests we need to to prove that life no longer exists in a body. Although my left arm was mutilated beyond recognition they managed to find an artery in my right arm they could make a tiny incision in to see whether the blood pulsated out or it flowed out. This is what saved me being hacked up in the mortuary. As I lay on the "slab" and the Pathologist did his checklist, the first incision into the artery showed the blood pulsate and not flow.

He instantly closed me up and shipped me back to surgery at the hospital where they stitched me up and sent me to Trauma ICU. I remained in the coma for seven days. Those days would haunt me for most of my life after as I didn't know what happened in that time. They remain pitch black to me to this day. However, they no longer worry me.

I was then sent to a Mental Institution for a further sixty days for observation. On leaving the institute the remarks were made that I would never make a stable life in society again. The challenge was therefore accepted.

The second incident was in a motor vehicle accident on August 31, 2003. The photographs can be seen in the above-mentioned hub.

We, my fiance and I, were on our way from Theunessen to Harttebeespoort Dam in the North of the province to get engaged. I had been to her parents farm to ask their daughter's hand in marriage. We had just entered the N1 from the Parys on ramp when the incident occurred.

The front right wheel came adrift and I found myself in a situation I had no control over. At that time I had an Advanced Safety Driving License as well as my normal drivers license and I still could not control the vehicle. With the results the car spun out of control, dipped into the road and rolled, head and tale, one hundred and fifty meters before coming to a halt on it's roof with me crushed inside the vehicle and my fiance thrown out onto the verge of the road. she had very serious abrasions and bruising while she thought, on extricating me from the vehicle, I had passed on.

I was then airlifted to the local private clinic. They had to wait two weeks for part of my body to heal before they could operate and patch me up.

You've heard the sayings "Only the good die young" and "I am so far behind that the good Lord will wait forever to call me home". Well I was a bit of both at the time. It was not my time. God wanted me to do something and I was not ready to go. I believe that I am fulfilling that role now.

I hope that these two experiences are what you are looking for. They were warnings for me to return to my Creator and do His will. I have done so.