They placed 3 steel plates, 19 screws, and 2 pins in my hip, foot, and jaw. During the surgery on my left hip, they accidentally severed the sciatic nerve. Then disaster occurred again.
Two days after repairing the broken bones, my liver and kidneys stopped working. The doctors told my family there was no medicine available to make my liver and kidneys start working again. They said, “So far, we have kept him alive on life support, but you must sign the papers now because his organs have begun to shut down.”
But my mother said, “No, we are going again to the prayer room and pray until we hear from Heaven. My son shall live and not die.”
The Out-of-Body Experience
On the 27th day from the accident, I had an out-of-body experience. My family had just been told for the third time to make funeral arrangements because my organs had stopped functioning.
Suddenly, I found myself walking through the hallway of a hospital, passing doctors and nurses. I walked right through them, but I couldn’t feel them. They didn’t even know I was there. I went into a room and saw my mother on her knees praying and calling on Jesus. I was not a believer in Jesus at the time of my accident. But as I watched my mother pray for me, I spoke to her. She looked in my direction and I knew something was wrong because she couldn’t see me.
She was praying for me and immediately I knew I had to do what she was doing. I looked up and said, “Jesus, if You are real, come on the scene and help me. Something is wrong.” At that moment I felt a huge hand come down and cover the top of my head and heard a voice… “I am Jesus, I am real, and I am going to raise you up and give you another chance.”
A Miraculous Return
Immediately, I was back in my own body. I woke up and reached for the nurse standing at the foot of my bed. She wasn’t prepared for this any more than I was. During the previous ten-hour “death watch,” I had swelled up, turned yellow, and started stinking from organ failure, infections, and poisons raging in my body.
Four hundred staples from nine different surgeries were holding me together. I had 17 drain tubes and one feeding tube attached to me. My body had swollen as big as a barrel. My dad told me later that my head was as large as a basketball and that I smelled so bad that he had to hold his nose when he came in to see me.
When I sat up and reached for that nurse, I did not know where I was or how long I had been there, but I knew Jesus was real. I wanted to tell her about the hand, the voice, and the prayer room experience, but I could not speak because of the tube in my throat. When the nurse turned around and saw me reaching for her, she must have jumped about five feet.
A Witness to the Miracle
She saw a miracle right before her eyes as the swelling disappeared and I was awake. The infections left my body and I was no longer a vegetable, but I had a sound mind. The nurse summoned the doctors, and soon 12 of them stood at the foot of my bed asking me all kinds of questions. I communicated on paper, relating one miracle after another.
I was so excited that I wanted to speak out loud but I couldn’t, and did not understand why. The doctors had performed a tracheotomy and my mouth was wired shut because of my broken jaw. The nurse realized that I was desperately trying to speak to her.
She had seen with her own eyes that something extraordinary had happened to me, so she turned her paper over and said, “What are you trying to say?” The ligaments had drawn up in my arms—it would take therapists several weeks to straighten them out—but I scribbled down the best I could, “Is there a church here?” She said, “You are at Vanderbilt University Hospital; you have been in an automobile accident. But I believe you are going to be okay now.”
Proof of the Supernatural
I wrote down on her paper that I had just come from a room that has red carpet, several pews and my mom and dad were there praying for me. I had never seen that prayer room before; in fact, I had never been in that hospital.
Yet somehow, walking there in the invisible realm, I knew about the room and even the color of the carpet. I saw everything in detail. Reading my note, the nurse said, “There is a prayer room on the first floor but your family is usually out in the waiting room.” I scribbled down, “I know what it looks like, and I know my family is there. I just came from there.”
That really shook her up. She motioned for another nurse to take my vital signs while she went downstairs to get my family. My mother told me later that a nurse walked into the prayer room and said, “Is there anyone here with a relative by the name of Richard Madison?”
To Be Continued…
Miraculous Monday: 14th August 2023
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