When I was 7 years, after my grandpa passed away, I had some health issues, as I was diagnosed with asma a couple years ago. So, as I had a very strong relationship with my grandpa (I still consider him as my father figure), my asma was getting worse. Once my parents saw that the situation was not sustainable at home, my dad puts me into the car, and drives as fast as he could to the medical center.
In the way, I am laying down in the back seats and I feel like I was about to fall asleep, and felt the pain was decreasing bit by bit. I feel my mom's voice saying 'Please don't fall asleep, we are almost there' gets silent, and in one moment, I was not feeling anything, and just feel a big light through my eyelids.
1 or 2 minutes later, I got back in my body and feeling the chest pain and the hard breathing. As we arrived to the medical center, my mom hardly drags me on a stretcher, and I got channeled, and weeks later, I was healthy again.
To this day, I believe I died for 2 minutes, in the car, and stays in my mind as a testimony of how fragile life is.