got to tell me about my out of bod exp. Last Thurs while recovering from second phase of my operation took my meds in den and walked to bed room. Woke up for a few seconds after an hour or so on bed room floor. Crawled on bed , pulled trash can to bed and started my erp. Luke (my son) came in and called 911, no b.p. Put me in ambulance and took off for hospital. Came to on Lingleville Road hovering over my body. Didn't see God, Jesus, bright light, pres. SBC nor Bush. Wondered if I would cut grass Monday. Reminded I would be dead Monday. About that time crash crew at hospital attacked me. Released from hospital this Wednesday. Will take two weeks rest before rest of operation at Scott and White. Sorry I can't tell about Heavenly visitor. Perhaps Heaven is a place where I won't have to mow lawn on Mondays. Luther

In my case I am sure when the ambulance brought me in the doctor could have written, "DOA" and that would have been the end of it, but the doctor on duty at the emergency room called my regular doctor, and the two of them worked to let me live awhile longer. My only complaint is that they cut to pieces the old shirt I've slept in for at least ten years. The black out occured a week after the second device was installed in my artery at Scott and White. I was feeling fine before the incident happened.

This poem was written by a friend.
THIS POEM JUST JUMPED OUT AT ME ABOUT ONE O'CLOCK THIS MORNING. I COULDN'T SLEEP, IT WAS ON MY MIND SO STRONG. HOPE YOU DON'T MIND. ALMA

POOR LUTHER
Alma L. Greer
Nov. 05, 2005

I got this e-mail from Luther,
Telling me of his terrible time.
He told me of his dilemma,
Memories, I’ll bet, not worth a dime.

But, for sure those bad memories-
Will just keep lingering on and on.
Not, only for Luther alone,
But for Jo, his wife, and Luke, his son.

He was walking through their den,
Was the last thing he could tell.
Had just taken his medication,
He said, right after that, he fell.

I take it, he was on his way,
To the bedroom, and to bed.
He passed out, just as he got there,
And he knew for sure, he was dead.

It seemed, he lay passed out for an hour,
When he came to, he crawled into bed.
Pulled the trash can next to him,
"Started erping up." He said.

Luke came hurrying into the room,
Then he dialed 911 real quick.
He was so worried for his dad,
Poor Luther, he was so sick.

The ambulance came right away,
Luther was quickly loaded in.
And people hovered over his body,
As their journey to hospital begin.

Now, for sure he knew he was dead,
"I didn’t see God, Jesus or Bush." he said.
Would he mow the grass on Monday?
Then was reminded. "Monday I’ll be dead."

They finally reached the hospital,
Though I’m sure, time passed fast away.
Then he said. " The crash crew attacked me."
But, how long they worked, he didn‘t say.

After nearly a full week’s hospital stay,
Poor Luther got to return back home.
A bad memory, to be long remembered,
For many, many moons to come.