Dear Katie and Family,
I would like to share with you my journey through freedom.
After returning home from The School for The Work in October 07, I was driving on Interstate 95 at 6 a.m. going to work. The morning light was beginning to appear.To the left , a tractor-trailer, behind me a tractor-trailer--no problem, I drive the interstate daily. Suddenly , coming up along side of me was another tractor- trailer , speeding and out of control.
The driver overcorrected trying to get back in the lane in front of me, and the tractor-trailer jack-knifed and flipped over. Sliding on it's side on the asphalt, thick , black smoke emerged.
The sound from the metal scraping the asphalt was so consuming and loud, that it was silent. There was nothing but complete darkness.
Then it began- bright,white sparks appearing everywhere, shooting out in every direction-dancing and performing the most beautiful and welcoming light show.For me. It swiftly and graciously surrounded me as I kept driving, unable to see anything else.Life? Crossing over into death? It couldn't be any better than this. I'm going. Silence. Everything stopped.
The thick black smoke dissolved into the morning sky. I walked across the road (there was no reason to run), and came upon a man standing in the median.
I asked "Is the driver dead? Is he in there?" "No," replied the man, "I'm just fine, mam." I impulsively touched his arm with both hands. I felt warmth. I touched him again, and went on to work.
As I told my story, puzzled eyes connected with mine, trying to understand my excitement, gratitude, and freedom.
Death? No fear, none. No fear? Peace,freedom.
I noticed that there was no flash of my children, my family,my world. There was no white tunnel.
There was only living in that very moment, loving the reality, every second of it.
That evening as I was cleaning the barn, a very dear friend said, "I was late for work this morning. There was a big wreck on I-95. Held up traffic for two hours. They say two people died."
"Yes, I said, I know about that."
What a journey, Imagine that.
Thank You Katie--With love, Joanne