Late one night, I heard a voice calling my name repeatedly. At first the voice was faint and seemed far away. But as it continued, it became louder and clearer to me until eventually I recognized it as my wife’s voice. At that point I became fully conscious.
My wife put a phone to my ear, and I heard a Christian Science practitioner speaking. She told me that I was holding on to life, and that Life, God, was holding on to me. She shared other truths with me that I can no longer recall. But even though I was in a state of mental stupor, I felt assured.
Lying on the bathroom floor, I could only voice the simple statement, “I am okay.” Over and over, I repeated that statement aloud even though I realized that I could not move most of my body. At some point the realization that my legs wouldn’t move began to trouble me. I became aware that my wife probably knew I couldn’t move them. At that point, the thought came that I needed to reassure my wife. So I said, “Let’s go dancing.” She laughed.
