This NYT article on the experiences of the people aboard the flight aborted in the Hudson River reminded me of something I did that I wish I hadn't done. But first, let me say, I have studied NDE's or Near Death Experiences since the 1960's when Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote her ground-breaking book On Death and Dying. Since that time I have read many many books on the subject. One book written in 1925 (name escapes me) in which two physicians, working together, documented several dear death experiences of their patients. One stood out to me of a mother, dying slowly of blood loss after giving birth, passing back and forth between the world of the living and the world of the dead. She kept speaking to her sister, calling her by name and conversing with her, not knowing that the sister had actually died a few days earlier, but that information had been kept from her because of her condition. These doctors could not explain the phenomenon we now know as near death experiences. But they documented several, and believed that this was a glimpse of what we could expect when we die.
There have been many books written on the subject, as technology has changed, and we are able to bring back to life many more individuals who would not have made it in previous generations. It is really fascinating work. Children, not having the information in order to lie, give the same account of an adult resuscitated after some trauma. Which brings me to the reason of the first sentence of this blog. Have you ever done something, and while you are doing it, there is a little voice telling you that you should not do this, that it is a mistake? Well this happened to me on our last move. I came across all my college work in Human Development & Family Studies, all my research, papers, etc., and threw it away. Now, most will say, why not? How long are you supposed to keep that stuff, anyway? Well, at the time I felt the same way. NOW that I want to start a book, I wish I had all those papers, and especially all the documentation and hours and hours of time spent in the library doing research and substantiation.
I think now is the time to write about near death experiences, as well as, many other ideas that I have on the lifespan. But now, I have to start from scratch, when much of what I had written could have been used in some way now. So next time you hear that little voice, or that loud voice that some of the pilots had heard in the story in the NYT, listen to it. Pause, and even if you don't believe in all that "stuff", ask yourself why. It may be in the future that the question is answered.