In 2002 my little brother experienced a ruptured cerebral aneurysm. He died, only to come back to life from the other side.I remember when I got the phone call about what had happened. I was in Club Fit, and I noticed my phone had messages. I decided to check them out while cooling off on the treadmill. I nearly fell off when I heard the news.
I remember later that day I was in total hysterics, I couldn't stop shaking and crying. I could hardly breath. When all of a sudden, I felt the most incredible, peaceful, warm, energy touch my back. I stopped in the middle of my sobbing, and I looked up and said, "I'm being touched by an angel right now!"
My brother underwent an incredibly long healing process, as not only had he had major brain surgery, he had lost function of his arm. Slowly, he began to bring his body back to life. An incredible feat considering he stepped across the thresh-hold of death, and came back to live again.
I remember walking down the street, and I couldn't help but notice that life was continuing all around me. I wanted to scream to them all, "Stop! Don't you know what has happened?" But life doesn't stop, it continues. It goes on. We all get our chance at it. Life that is. Every moment is so precious.
It is a miracle that not only is he alive today, he is thriving and well. He is in the Canadian Reserves, and has almost completed the process for becoming an accountant.
His journey from that horrifying day, to where he is now is nothing short of a miracle. And when I feel like giving up, I remember his struggle, and am then urged forward.
I'm glad you're still here Brother. I love you.
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