I was recently in the hospital and had a near death experience. The Lord said to me first, “William, I am not ready for you yet, but I have some family members who want to say some things to you.”
First was my oldest brother who passed when he was 15. He said, “The Lord isn’t ready for you yet, he’s got plans of you, but I’ll see you back up here when he’s ready for you.”
Next was my father. He was 57 when he passed away. He was a taxicab driver for the last 28 years of his life. They put the wreath from his cab on his casket when he died. He said, “Son, you’ve got to go back, but your mother and some of your siblings want to say hi first.”
Next was my baby sister. That was a real sad one. She was caught on fire in the 70s. They were going to transfer her to a big burn center in Memphis, but she died before they could. She would have been 6 years old if she had lived two more weeks. She would never admit it, but I was her favorite brother. She knew I wouldn’t let nobody bother her.
The next one was my mother. She passed away from COPD. She got pneumonia overnight.
The next was another of my brothers. He was a little older than me. He died from alcohol poisoning and a massive heart attack in his sleep.
They all said some things to me too, but some of it I want to keep private.
Then the Lord came to me and asked me to teach the angels to play spoons and to perform Swing Slow Sweet Chariot for him.
I went into the hospital because I had drainage coming from my eyes, nose and mouth. My blood pressure was over 200 and I had a heart palpitations going on. I got a CT scan and they found I had a gallbladder problem. I had to have two different surgeries because of my heart. The next time I went in was because the titanium screws in my neck hurt so bad I was in so much pain.
I was screaming so bad by the time I got to the hospital. They gave me alcohol to sniff for the pain. It helped me not to scream as much. They had to give me a whole box. They can’t take my screws out though or my neck would fall apart and I’d die. So, I was in the hospital for about a week for that so they could figure out to do with my pain. I can move it more now, but only so often because it snaps, crackles and pops. Just like my knees. When I’m on my feet too long they pop and it hurts so bad I go down. I can only be on my feet so long.
Some of the people on the bus don’t believe I’m disabled because I can walk. My doctor made me this sign so people would believe me. I even laminated it myself.