- Religion and Philosophy
1. Delivered from Death
Delivered from Death
Delivered from Death is the first part in a series of hubs in which I will be discussing my life of rebellion, dabbling in the Occult, drugs, crime, prison and life-changing conversion through Jesus Christ. In this hub, I will discuss the many times that I have survived near death experiences, and how I believe that God was watching over me because He had better plans for my life.
Many times throughout my life, I have literally been delivered from death. Once, I downed some paint thinner. A day earlier, I drank some lemonade from a container that was identical to the container the paint thinner was in; so I thought the paint thinner was lemonade. What saved me was throwing up immediately afterwards. My parents also rushed me to the hospital, where the doctor told them to give me plenty of sweetened water to drink. Had I not thrown up immediately after drinking the paint thinner, it would have burned my guts.
Another time, I got stung by a bee. Usually this is not a problem, unless you are highly allergic to bees like I was. And this is how I discovered my allergy. My whole face swelled up like a cube! I was rushed to the hospital. The doctor gave me calcium, which counteracted my allergic reaction to the bee sting. I was told that such an allergic reaction could be fatal. Fortunately, with age, my allergy to bees has decreased. This also occurred when I was living with my family in Poland.
I had another brush with death when I got onto a tractor on my father’s farm and got it to start rolling downhill, straight towards a well! I released the brakes when I was playing on it. Then I somehow released the clutch, and the tractor started rolling downhill towards the well. I started screaming at the top of my lungs. My grandfather and father heard me and came running to my aid. One of them jumped onto the tractor and hit the brakes—about four feet away from the well.
The past three events happened on my father’s farm in Różaniec, Poland, before I turned four years old; before our family had to flee from Poland to America because of Communist persecution. We ended up relocating to California.
When I was four years old, my family and I lived in in Pittsburg, CA, on School street. My older sister and I walked into an apartment complex with a built-in pool. We saw some people having fun in the pool, so we decided to join them and jumped right in . I don’t even think we took any clothes off. What made this so dangerous is that I did not know how to swim! I jumped right into the deep end of the pool, which was probably around nine feet deep, with my sister.
I remember struggling to get my head above the water, pulling on my sister to bring my head up as I gasped for air. My next memory was waking up on the side of the pool with someone performing CPR on me. I bent upwards and spewed water out of my lungs, all down my chest and stomach. Then I got up and serenely walked off, not knowing how close I came to death.
When I was 22 years old, someone pulled a drive-by shooting on me! I was stopped at a red light. A car from across the street, about 25 feet away, travelling in the opposite direction, slowed down and fired three shots at me. It startled me. I ducked down under my steering wheel. After I reached my destination, I parked my car and assessed the damage; but oddly enough there were no bullet holes anywhere.
When I was 23 years old, I was arrested by the DEA for drug trafficking. During the arrest, I was in the back seat of a 2002 model Ford Mustang when a number of DEA agents, which had surrounded the car with their guns drawn, demanded that I get out with my hands up. I was carrying a loaded .380 Colt semi-automatic handgun, and I did not want them to discover it; so while being ordered to get out of the Mustang, as overtly as I could, I quickly slipped the handgun from the left side of my waist band to under the passenger seat of the car. After the DEA agents discovered the handgun, one of them said, “How did you get that gun under the seat without us seeing you? We had our sights on you the whole time, and if we would have seen that gun we would have shot you.”
Have you ever had a near-death experience? If so, please vote and share your experience in the comment box below.
I came near to death many times in my life; from drinking poison, almost rolling a tractor in to a well, being highly allergic to bees, almost drowning, and being shot at. These events have led me to conclude that God was watching over me and protecting me, even though I did not realize it until later—until after I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I would like to think that He had a purpose for me, and that is why He delivered me from death so many times.
In my next hub, I write about some of the experiences I had while growing up as a kid on West 7th Street in Antioch, CA. Experiences revolving around drugs and violence, which influenced the kind of person I was to become. Click the link below to read it.