Six months ago, my older brother who has always been as strong as a rock, came down with Guillain-Barré syndrome. This condition strikes one or two people out of every 100,000 and is an autoimmune disorder usually caused by an infection. The easiest way to explain it without having to go into medical jargon is that Guillain-Barré causes an internal error where the body tries to repair itself but the immune system attacks the wrong tissues and the nerve cells are unable to communicate with the muscles. This, in turn, causes paralysis which is usually temporary. In my brother’s case, it’s been six months and although he’s able to move his head, neck, and his upper back, he is still unable to move his legs or his arms.
I don’t have to tell you it’s extremely difficult to see my brother in this condition. I’m talking about a guy who has always been my second idol after my father, because he has always protected me like no other brother has ever done for any other sibling on this planet. We’re also talking about a guy who’s a criminal defense attorney with hundreds of clients. His son, a second-year law school student, has had to scramble to make all the arrangements necessary to fulfill my brother’s client obligations.
About six weeks ago, my brother flat-lined. He had been hooked up to a respirator since he landed in the hospital and some malfunction or wrong setting caused a problem where he was not getting enough air until he became unconscious and his heart stopped. Since he is unable to use his arms or legs, he was unable to call for help from a nurse. However, apparently the alarm sounded and the nurses and doctors arrived just in time to use the defibrillator to bring him back to life.
I heard about the incident a couple of weeks later; interestingly enough, my mother and my sister-in-law, whom have constantly been at his bedside, decided not to tell anyone immediately. I later found out he made them swear not to tell anybody.
What I’m about to tell you made the hairs on my arm standup at full
attention. My brother is an atheist and has never believed in God. He was raised a Catholic and I believe his supreme intelligence causes his faith to conflict with conclusive scientific proof.
I questioned him about what had occurred a few weeks prior and he seemed a little tentative and embarrassed to talk about it. After I pressed him for a few more minutes he finally came clean.
He said the last thing he remembers was losing his breath without being able to help himself and he found himself floating through a dark tunnel with a glorious white light in the distance. As he neared this white light he felt completely serene and content that he was no longer having to deal with his condition. He says he didn’t want to come back. I wanted to punch him at that point!
He went on to tell me as he neared the white light, a female dressed in a light robe he believed to be the Virgin Mary, told him to go back and that it wasn’t his time. This same figure went on to tell him he needed to return in order to fend for both of his children who desperately needed his help. Indeed, his young daughter is struggling with drug addiction and his son is burdened with attending law school and taking care of his private practice at the same time.
I can’t help but laugh every time I see him, now. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to tell me about his adventure. I vividly remember him saying all the time as we were growing up how only fools believe in God and there is nothing left for us when we leave this world. I have privately conducted plenty of near death experience research and have always been intrigued by the possibility that another life exists after death. Judging from the source, I think I have my definitive answer.