It's not your time yet!
Near death experience
Near death experience
It's not your time yet was what he heard and he felt a warm touch of a hand pushing him away and he felt this beautiful presence and he saw this vision as he felt completely at peace and that was all he remembered as he woke up to doctors in the room he was assigned after emergency surgery to save his life. He was pinned by a crane operator's mistake against the wall of a construction site and he broke several ribs and was within inches of being crushed. As he recovered in the hospital he seemed to feel a strong presence of God and that was what he felt when he was pushed away to live his life out.
I will never forget the time I first heard it and the matter of fact calmness displayed when my dad uttered these words as he related the story that forever changed his life and how he viewed things following the accident he encountered on the job-site. It was years later he relayed this story to me and it was chilling and miraculous all at the same time. I was just a kid, 13 years of age when he told me the story and was 5 years old when it actually happened.
I do not have a recollection of the accident itself but I do remember my dad being in the hospital when I was a little kid and I remember when my mom, my sister and I would go to visit. It is a blur but I do remember seeing my dad resting there and seeing the nurses tending to him so he could heal. I was sad to see him hurt but I knew he would be OK. My dad was a very strong and courageous man who gave his all in everything he did. Despite his reassuring words we were always very worried for him every day he would go to work because of the dangers he faced as an iron-worker. He was very proud and very humble and he knew the dangers but he also knew he had his family relying on him so he had to work and he loved what he did so much that he learned to live with the dangers.
My dad actually escaped an early exit on several separate occasions in his life all while working. I was just a baby when he was working on the Verrazano bridge. He was 26 years old married for 2 years, my mom was 22 years old and I was 1 year old. He was working in the first years of construction of the bridge which lasted for several years and on one very sad day he was just finishing greeting a coworker friend after a few minutes of conversation and went about the start of his work day. As he started to work the rivet gun he heard screams from his friend who he just spoke with moments earlier and as he turned in his direction he saw him desperately clutching the catwalk from where he slipped hanging on for dear life.
My dad ran to try to assist him and reached out his injured hand, where he lost 1 finger and part of another in a previous job related accident, to grab hold of his coworker friend but he could not pull him up as he was too heavy and as he tried desperately to pull his limp body upwards, screaming Oh God! he felt his friend's hands slipping away and in an instant he was almost pulled over as well. He saw his poor friend falling into the cold and unforgiving waters below witnessing his shirt rip off his body. It was the quick action of a native American Indian iron-worker who saved my dad's life as he jumped on my dad holding him in place within moments of him being pulled over too.
In the wake of that tragic accident my dad tried to come to terms with the loss but it was a very painful subject for him and he always felt sad and wished he could have saved his friend. It was a real wake up call for my dad as he knew he had his wife and infant son, me at home waiting for him so that gave him the courage and strength to go on and he was eternally grateful for the quick actions of the iron-worker who saved his life.
I remember a story told to me that changed my life and made me realize how much my parents loved me and how timing means everything. I was just a baby and I was lying in my baby carriage outside in front near the driveway by the wall adjacent to the house. My mom pulled me from the carriage to change and feed me. My dad was getting dressed as we were going out for the day to visit family.
Within 10 to 15 minutes of my mom bringing me in the house a car seemingly lost control and wound up crashed against the wall pinning the carriage to it. If I was still in the carriage I would probably not be here relaying this story. My life was spared that day and I could not believe how lucky I was that my mom had brought me in at the time she did. It was a miracle. My parents were in shock as to what happened and my mom clenched me in her arms and cried and cried and she always had this in the back of her mind and so she became very over protective as a result of that day. The driver was injured but he survived though his car was totaled. My dad had called 911 and the police and ambulance came to assist. It was one of the most scariest days my parents endured but everything turned out OK.
As I think back to these incidents I can't help but realize how life is so precious and so unpredictable. This is why I try to make the most of every day and I try to spend as much time with my son and family as I can because we just never know. I told my wife and son about my story where my mom saved my life and they were amazed how lucky I was and how instinctively it seemed that my mom knew to get me out of the carriage that day.
I know the sound of screeching brakes and the horrors of hearing cars collide as I have actually witnessed highway accidents within several feet of my car that shook me up and made me realize how lucky I was to not be a part of it. I have had the misfortune of being involved in a car accident and the feelings of total helplessness as I was hit from behind not expecting it and propelled into the car in front of me. I was fine, though I was a bit shaken up and the car I drove which was a gift from my dad years earlier was completely totaled. The accident took place within 2 weeks of my father's tragic death and I was so very upset to lose that car because it was a reminder of my dad which I had hoped to hold on to.
My dad worked hard his entire life and he was beset with injuries and near misses but he managed to go on and he had such courage and determination in his life. I learned a great deal from both my mom and dad and I am eternally grateful for they taught me how to live my life and to always be grateful for what I have. All I can say is that we must always strive to be happy and to live our lives respectfully and with God's grace. We are privileged to have life and to give life. May we all realize how truly important that is. God Bless us all!
Edward D. Iannielli III