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al MIRACLES DO HAPPEN by Shelley Yates © 2005 budge! The other door was equally stuck. I struggled with the doors several times to no avail. We were trapped and going to die. At this point I took Evan's little body and pushed it over the seat, hoping beyond hope that he would find air. As I struggled to free us from this coffin on wheels, I realised I had to breathe. As I drank the deep breath of water into my lungs, the fiery feeling added panic to the moment. I wanted my baby back and I swung my arms feverishly about in an effort to find his body. I couldn't, and I needed to breathe again. That was when I heard a voice—a calm, majestic voice—directing me to relax. This voice cooed in my ear, reas- suring me that all would be well. I was infused with the knowledge that if I fought the water, my rescuers would not be able to revive me when they arrived. The voice said that if I fought the water I would drown. "No shit," I thought. "I get a wise-ass ghost on my deathbed." The voice continued to give me instruc- tions about what was to happen, and that all would be well if I just followed the instructions. I relinquished myself to this voice from beyond, and passed quietly to the other side. While on the other side, I saw beings of light who once again assured me that my son and I would not only get out of this car but we would both be fine. They were definite in explaining that I must follow instructions implicitly and not lose faith in their words. I was told to have faith, that I would be divinely directed—and I my son and I drowned in a flooded marsh. I was "dead" for 15 minutes. I was told by beings of light how to save myself and my small son. And I was given a message on how to heal the Earth. My son and I were travelling to a friend's house for an afternoon of play when disaster hit. My car was swept into a flooded marsh after hydroplaning. The car landed upside down in this boggy marsh and sank to the bottom. I tried to open the car's windows, but the power windows failed and we were trapped inside. I spoke with my tiny son, who was four at the time, and assured him that mommy would get him out. The car was filling up quickly with the cold murky water and I held my son's coat tightly in my hand while I waited to be fully submerged. I hoped that I could open the door after the car equalised with water and we would swim out. My final words to my little boy as the water came over his head were "Hold your breath, honey; mommy will have us out soon". I watched him take a large gulp of the remaining air, and the water took him. When I felt the last air pocket escape the car, I tried the door. It wouldn't [: November 2002 in Halifax, Canada, was. It took my rescuers 15 minutes to pull my lifeless body from that car, and another seven minutes of CPR to revive me. As my body bolted upright, I blurted "Get my baby out of the car". Twenty-two minutes had passed. The rescuers jumped back into the freezing bog to retrieve my son, knowing against hope that he was dead. It took rescuers another five minutes or so to get my boy free from that car. His limp body was transported to the IWK Children's Hospital, where he was immediately hooked to every machine known to mankind. The team of emergency doctors and neurologists was waiting for me. They assured me that my sweet little boy was indeed brain dead and, in addition to this, his internal organs were full of blood. He was haemorrhaging throughout his body and his organs were nonviable. Things were the most bleak I have ever known. That was when the voice came to me again. "Have faith, child." The doctors advised me to unplug my baby and let him pass peacefully, for even NEXUS = 63 FEBRUARY — MARCH 2006 www.nexusmagazine.com