You gotta have a definition of what dead is. When the heart stops and not breathing. That’s death. So, I was dead. 

March 31st of 2019 I was helping at a ministry in Shreveport, LA, and we were walking around the property, and I told the guy I was with that I wasn’t feeling good. He told me to lay down, so I lay down on the grass and that’s all that I remember. God told him to call 911 while I was still responsive. He did, and they had a hard time finding me because I was at the back of the property. That’s all what I’ve been told because I don’t remember any of it, and they found me. And this guy that called 911 – he saved my life because seconds count. 

I’ve been told that I was in an induced coma for three days. Then I was in another hospital for almost all of April. And then I went to a progressive care center. When I was in the ambulance, that’s when I came to realize that I was a person and I’m in an ambulance. Before that I knew nothing. But I did talk before that, they told me. In October, I had to go back to the hospital and see if I needed to apologize to anybody because I talked, but I had no idea I talked. Didn’t have to apologize to anybody, they said. I got a hug from the nurse. She said she liked coming to work when I was there because I was there. My son, he was down there helping the ministry, and he had Christian music going the whole time I was in the hospital. I didn’t know it. So I’m here. I’m alive. I got a pacemaker. So that’s OK. It might be the only way I would slow down because I’m a type A personality. But God is so good. I’m sixty-nine years old. I’ve lost some friends. I used to work at LifeLight, helping set up, tear down as an electrician for many years. Since that time my friend Mark has passed away and my friend Don has passed away and so I come here and it kinda hits me and I kinda get teary, but I’m alive and God is good and I hate the devil. I do everything I can to give him a black eye. But God is so good to me!