I don't want to bore any of you, and this story may not impress you, but it is important to me to share with somebody how my faith grew quite a bit over the past few days.
Here's the story:
Sunday afternoon while working my 2nd job, it was pretty slow around the place so I decided to clean out this storage closet that was filled with boxes and assorted other junk. I bent over to pick something up off the floor and then next thing I remember was that I didn't know where I was, that I was pinned to the floor, and that I could not move. It was a very scary few moments as I was trying to figure out what was going on. I had been knocked unconscious and my head hurt like hell. I was actually very terrified.
After a few minutes I started to remember a few things and realized that I was completely trapped under a LOT of very heavy boxes. I honestly could not move at all, was in great pain, and was scared nearly to death. As I started to regain my senses I realized that I was all alone, that nobody knew I was there, and I honestly started preparing for my death. I tried to scream, but the pressure on my lungs prevented it.
After quite awhile, I realized my right leg was not completely pinned and I thought that perhaps I could use it to knock over some more boxes that someone might hear. I was able to do just that, but they fell into the door, closed it the rest of the way, and were leaning up against it. Still nobody came and I started to panic and pray.
Anyway, I suddenly remembered that I wear a walkie talkie at work with an earpiece. The earpiece had been ripped off my ear, but I was hopeful that the microphone was still attached to the collar of my shirt. I used all the strength I had to wrestle my arm free and finally was able to barely reach my collar. Luckily, the microphone was still there.
I pressed the button and spoke into it as loudly as I could (not very loud) asking for help. I told them where I was and that I was really in need of assistance. I had no idea if anyone had heard me, but I just kept hoping and talking. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard someone outside the door trying to get in.
I couldn't see anything, but it was clear that they were unable to get the door open. I could hear them getting pretty hysterical and finally I felt some of the boxes move a little as one of my co-workers was able to squeeze through the opening. The last thing I remember was him saying that he had made it, but that he didn't know where I was. At that point I must have passed out again because the next thing I knew I was being tended to by several paramedics.
I was very confused, could not remember my wife's name or phone number, and did not know where I was. I remember them trying to keep me awake in the ambulance and also that I was crying quite a lot. I wasn't really in any pain, but the emotions of being out of there were intense.
At the hospital, the ER doctors were very concerned and showed a lot of genuine compassion. I was seriously still thinking I might die, because I was struggling to breathe, but they took great care of me. My wife and oldest son arrived, and soon after my home teachers came as well. I am nearly 40 years old, but I have rarely felt the spirit as strongly as I did while these men I barely know gave me a Priesthood blessing. I immediately started to feel better and began to cry again.
I went through myriad tests and my only real problem was a pretty good concussion. I honestly thought I had done some severe damage to myself, and I had not. I am still very stiff and sore, but I was able to return to work the next evening and am getting better by the hour.
All of the major issues that I have been dealing with lately went away for a few hours and I was able to enjoy life for one evening. I realized once again that it's always good to have spiritual experiences to help get us back on track just a bit.
Thanks for letting me share with you.
Here's the story:
Sunday afternoon while working my 2nd job, it was pretty slow around the place so I decided to clean out this storage closet that was filled with boxes and assorted other junk. I bent over to pick something up off the floor and then next thing I remember was that I didn't know where I was, that I was pinned to the floor, and that I could not move. It was a very scary few moments as I was trying to figure out what was going on. I had been knocked unconscious and my head hurt like hell. I was actually very terrified.
After a few minutes I started to remember a few things and realized that I was completely trapped under a LOT of very heavy boxes. I honestly could not move at all, was in great pain, and was scared nearly to death. As I started to regain my senses I realized that I was all alone, that nobody knew I was there, and I honestly started preparing for my death. I tried to scream, but the pressure on my lungs prevented it.
After quite awhile, I realized my right leg was not completely pinned and I thought that perhaps I could use it to knock over some more boxes that someone might hear. I was able to do just that, but they fell into the door, closed it the rest of the way, and were leaning up against it. Still nobody came and I started to panic and pray.
Anyway, I suddenly remembered that I wear a walkie talkie at work with an earpiece. The earpiece had been ripped off my ear, but I was hopeful that the microphone was still attached to the collar of my shirt. I used all the strength I had to wrestle my arm free and finally was able to barely reach my collar. Luckily, the microphone was still there.
I pressed the button and spoke into it as loudly as I could (not very loud) asking for help. I told them where I was and that I was really in need of assistance. I had no idea if anyone had heard me, but I just kept hoping and talking. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard someone outside the door trying to get in.
I couldn't see anything, but it was clear that they were unable to get the door open. I could hear them getting pretty hysterical and finally I felt some of the boxes move a little as one of my co-workers was able to squeeze through the opening. The last thing I remember was him saying that he had made it, but that he didn't know where I was. At that point I must have passed out again because the next thing I knew I was being tended to by several paramedics.
I was very confused, could not remember my wife's name or phone number, and did not know where I was. I remember them trying to keep me awake in the ambulance and also that I was crying quite a lot. I wasn't really in any pain, but the emotions of being out of there were intense.
At the hospital, the ER doctors were very concerned and showed a lot of genuine compassion. I was seriously still thinking I might die, because I was struggling to breathe, but they took great care of me. My wife and oldest son arrived, and soon after my home teachers came as well. I am nearly 40 years old, but I have rarely felt the spirit as strongly as I did while these men I barely know gave me a Priesthood blessing. I immediately started to feel better and began to cry again.
I went through myriad tests and my only real problem was a pretty good concussion. I honestly thought I had done some severe damage to myself, and I had not. I am still very stiff and sore, but I was able to return to work the next evening and am getting better by the hour.
All of the major issues that I have been dealing with lately went away for a few hours and I was able to enjoy life for one evening. I realized once again that it's always good to have spiritual experiences to help get us back on track just a bit.
Thanks for letting me share with you.
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