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It was the case in 1962 that most kids had to have their tonsils out. The gave me too much sleeping gas is the short story. So I found myself in a long hallway full of wooden doors on either side. I went to the door at the end and opened it to find myself in an old fashioned train station. I was alone. There was a nice old man behind the ticket wicket. He said to sit over there. I sat on a bench. After a while a door opened and I went to it. The light was very bright. The door opened a few inches and then a man held his hand up and said, "Oh. Not yet." The door closed and then I woke up to see my parents beside my hospital bed. That's it. That's all there was. Now it's many years later and I'm hoping I wasn't too bad.

How interesting. It seems that every person's NDE is experienced in a way that is unique to that person.

Welcome Stanley! What a wonderful experience and certainly a lot for a child to process at such a young age. The fact that you remember it in such great detail proves all the more that this was indeed a spiritual experience. Did your heart actually stop as a result of too much anesthesia? Thank you for sharing.

I would also like to add that for me, doorways have always had a great significance in most of my own spiritual experiences.