Deathbed Epiphany

Thirty years of forgiving others was not enough

There were bleeps and blurps and blips; the sound of all the equipment in the room. There was the sound of the back and forth respirator. There was the subdued sound of voices outside of the room. There was the sound of very quiet footsteps. Occasional whispers. There was the feeling of frenzied agitation.

With his eyes closed, Ronald could see shadows pass over his eyelids as the activity intensified. What was happening?

It was not easy but he slowly managed to open his eyes. He was greeted by a scene of hurried doctors and nurses who were all scrambling around his bed poking needles into him, taking his blood pressure, his temperature, and taking numerous other tests. There were doctors and nurses staring at the computer monitors and the data and moving lines on them. There were nurses frantically moving equipment into place. There were orders being called out by one of the doctors. Everyone was moving quickly.

Ronald could see it happening but he could not feel his body. He could not feel the needles poking into him. He could not feel the tests being conducted on him. There was no bodily sensation at all. It was as though he had already left his body except that he was still looking out of his eyes.