Life After … the Day I Died

By Pamela Neuberth

Heather Marie Neuberth

10/18/1986- 03/28/2019

This Book is Dedicated to the memory of my beloved daughter Heather

This book begins with an encounter I had with a terminally ill patient of mine. After his encouraging plea to this nurse, to “write a book”, I decided to share the stories that have lived with and treasured. This book is non-fiction, it describes my true Near-death experience. It includes my recollections of Heaven, and those family members I saw there. The book is filled with narrative stories of amazing, miraculous experiences. As well as inspiration, hopeful, exhortative messages scattered throughout. While I was in college, completing my prerequisites for nursing, I had an earth-shattering revelation. My English professor approached me on the campus grounds. I had finished her class by that time. She asked me what I was pursuing after graduation. I told her nursing. She said,” you need to be a writer, you have the talent”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Dec 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781480882041

Pamela Neuberth

Pamela Neuberth was born Pamela E. Brown in 1964 to Robert and Joan Brown. She grew up in Baltimore, Maryland, and married the late Robert M. Neuberth Sr. in 1983. Together, they had four children: Bobby Jr., Heather, Jamie, and John-Michael. She is a registered nurse and lives in Carroll County, Maryland. This is her first book.

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Life After…

The Day

I Died

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Copyright © 2019 Pamela Neuberth.

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This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.

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ISBN: 978-1-4808-8205-8 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019916485

Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/26/2019

This book is dedicated

to the memory of

my beloved daughter Heather

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10/18/1986–03/28/2019

Contents

Preface

Introduction

Chapter 1     That Day

Chapter 2     A Glimpse of Heaven

Chapter 3     Bobby

Chapter 4     Unanswered Questions

Chapter 5     The Carnival

Chapter 6     Back to Earth

Chapter 7     And Life Goes On

Chapter 8     Enduring Scars

Chapter 9     Trying to Survive

Chapter 10   A Close Call

Chapter 11   My Soul Mate

Chapter 12   My Magic Man

Chapter 13   The Vision Unfolding

Chapter 14   A New Bobby

Chapter 15   New Beginnings

Chapter 16   Milestones and More

Chapter 17   Go Where You Grow

Chapter 18   My Fourth Gift

Chapter 19   Aunt Alice

Chapter 20   Uncle Wayne

Chapter 21   The Assignment Continues

Chapter 22   A New Focus

Chapter 23   A Song From My Heart

Chapter 24   Another Calling

Chapter 25   More than Just a Calling

Chapter 26   My Goodbye

Chapter 27   A Memorable Moment in Time

Chapter 28   The Pieces Come Together

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Preface

Despite being a safety patrol student in school, twelve-year-old Pamela Brown violated a primary rule of safe street crossing June 23, 1976—and she paid the price.

Instead of going to the corner to cross, she approached the street between two parked cars right as a speeding car was turning. The driver honked his horn, but it was too late.

The doctors told Pamela’s mother to be prepared for the worst. Pamela had been dead for too long, and even if she survived, she would probably have brain damage.

But unknown to the doctors, Pamela saw a glimmer of light. It seemed to be very far away, almost impossible to reach. She felt like she was standing in a tunnel-like, confined place, but she did not know how to escape.

Suddenly, while in total darkness, a chrome-like blade swept down in front of her, and hooded, faceless figures rushed toward her. When she stooped down and cried out to God, Jesus, please help me! she was instantly transported to heaven.

Join the author as she shares the details of her near-death experience, the incredible discoveries she made in heaven, as well as the touch of heaven she brought back to Earth in Life After … The Day I Died.

Introduction

What a weird title, right? How can anyone write about the day they died? Well, I am so blessed to be able to share this with you, about dying and having a second chance to live. Yes, I am one of those accounts of a near death experience. There are so many. Well, at least I have heard of many. My curiosity though is why, whenever I share my experience, does the reaction always seem to be, You should write a book! Why is it then, that all the other stories about near death experiences haven’t been enough? I mean enough to convince others, about life after death. I’ve been sharing my story for all these years since it happened. So, why should I write about it now?

As a registered nurse, I often experience some very sick people. Earlier this year, I encountered a patient who was filled with cancer. We were discussing his uncontrollable blood sugar level. As I was washing my hands in his room, he commented very pessimistically, Well, that’s life, and then you die! Well, his words hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart was touched. I felt an overwhelming sense of sympathy for his predicament. I heard a little voice in my spirit, saying Tell him, tell him that’s not true! I was a little apprehensive, to utter any personal sentiments. I answered that voice under my breath, I can’t do that, I am a nurse! I’d been taught that nurses are not supposed to share personal experiences. Well regardless, I decided it was a pinnacle moment. I turned to face him, looked him in the eyes, and quickly responded to his comment. I said, "Nope, you’re wrong, it’s not just that’s life and then you die, there’s more, there’s life after. He was surprised at my response, and the expression on his face said it all. He was skeptical and said, How do you know? His response opened the door, and I briefly told him my own story. When I was finished, I noticed his countenance had changed. He lit up like a light, as if the sun was shining on his face. He smiled and said emphatically, You’re amazing! By now, he was beaming, to look at him at that very moment, you’d have never thought he was so ill. I was shocked, I was almost speechless. I took a step backwards and I slowly responded, Okay? Then, the patient told me, You need to write a book. I told him that there are so many stories like mine, and I just didn’t think it was really necessary. He said, Pam, you have to tell your story!" I told him, Okay, because of you, I will.

Therefore, after 42 years I am finally going to write it down. All throughout these years, I have had the opportunity to verbally share my story with countless individuals. I believe, that with every single encounter, when I was given the chance to share my experience, it was a special blessing to that person. I don’t go around just telling everyone I meet, but I have always had to be compelled to share. Maybe they were dying, or maybe they were diagnosed with a terminal illness. Whatever the reason, it has always been someone who needed to hear about Heaven. Someone who needed reassurance, or perhaps they were in a desperate, hopeless situation. A few times, it was a family member, or a loved one of a person who was dying. That’s the beauty of it all; it would just occur spontaneously. I have always felt like my near-death experience was not just for my benefit, and I feel obligated to open my soul, to anyone who needs hope.

I feel so fortunate to be able to relay this message. I feel honored, to touch someone with my own story. To bring a little bit of Heaven to Earth. It is somewhat scary, or even daunting to open your life, and allow others to see inside of your soul. Suddenly, you are standing completely naked, with nothing to cover you. Many will disregard you as mere rubbish. However, there are those few hungry people, who need exactly what you have to offer.

I think life is very busy for most people, and I am most definitely one of those folks. I live my life with a full plate, often needing to move things aside, to make room for other things. Although, most people are so preoccupied with living, that they rarely stop to think about their own mortality. At least, not until it hits closer to home. When a family member or friend dies, or a person is critically injured, or terminally ill, then everyone who is close to them is faced with a reality. All of the sudden, death becomes inevitable to all. Life momentarily gets a little more meaningful. Unfortunately, that reality is temporary for most. Life keeps happening, and it gets in the way again. The hustle and bustle to make a buck; plus, the preoccupation to be significant and fulfilled, ultimately takes-over. The passion for a meaningful, purposeful life fizzles out, and distractions dominate.

Sometimes though, it is life-altering. To some of us, the inevitable is the most relevant, and most consuming reality. Then, that epiphany drives that person’s existence through the deepest depths of their soul, with every beat of their heart, and every breath they take. That, my friend, is how I feel almost every day. I am living on borrowed time. I am seeking the reason why I am walking on this side of life. I am daily considering, that the next beat of my heart is not guaranteed. I’m living every day like I’m dying.

I still have a lot of questions myself, like, Why me? Why did the Lord God, creator of Heaven and Earth, choose me to spread this news? I may not know until I pass over into eternity, when I cease to have life in this shell I call my body. However, when that time comes, I will be happy to go back home. Life on Earth can be wonderful, but life after death is so much more rewarding. More than anyone could possibly imagine.

Now, I’m not suggesting that anyone, including myself, force themselves to die, live recklessly, or that anyone should strive to end their existence. Whether we live to be 1 minute old, or 105 years old, I don’t believe the timing of our death is our choice to make. I also believe that if someone’s life is cut-off too soon, it’s not at the blame of a loving God. Sometimes, it is an unfortunate accident. Sometimes it is an illness, human error, carelessness, or living a self-destructive life. Nonetheless, there is a reward for God’s children, for those that put their faith, hope, and trust in Him.

Heaven is incomprehensible to mortal mankind; and unless you have been there, you may never fully understand it. At least, not until you get there yourself. This book may help you gain a greater insight into the great omnipotence of God, and how much He loves us. How graceful, merciful and forgiving He is. How He can give you beauty for ashes and turn tears into joy. I have been through some of the most painful, indescribable, and awful experiences; yet the Hands of God have held me. When I am weak, He is strong, and He sustains me.

God is a father to His children. Yet, as parents, with our own children, we eventually discover that our kids do not always make wise, prudent decisions. As a mother, my kids will always be my kids. No matter what happens in their lives, or what choices they make, I will always love them, and be a mother to them. It’s a comfort to know, that Abba God will always be my Father, despite my flaws.

Writing this book has been very therapeutic to me. As you journey with me through my story; my hope is that you will discover who you are, and why you were born. God is no respecter of persons. He has no favorites. What He has done for one person, He can do for another. God has shown me, that we are all unique. We are each His masterpiece, a one-of-a-kind creation. We all serve a purpose in the grand scheme of life. We need to value each other, as well as ourselves, our destinies, and the One who created us. I like to think that because you are a one-of-a-kind, you are His favorite you. No one shares your exact DNA, or your fingerprints.

I always liked the lyrics from a Pink Floyd song that says, All in all we’re just another brick in the wall. If you think about a building, it is comprised of many bricks or other building materials. If just one brick is not fitly joined in, the structural integrity is in danger. We are all those components. Like a jigsaw puzzle, it is made up of many individually unique pieces. Each piece is a different shape, size, and has different colors; diversity is the object of those pieces. We are all important, and we all have a function. Like any mechanically engineered machine, it won’t operate without all the parts in their proper place. Likewise, the jigsaw puzzle, unless every single piece is in the proper place, it will not complete the whole picture. I use these analogies to explain that we all make a difference, and that we all work better when we work synchronistically. We need to admonish and value each person.

It is exactly how nature was designed. Everything is a part of the circle of life. Every microscopic cell, DNA, genes, chromosomes, every atom, every electron, every proton, every organism and all of the things we cannot see with the human eye, make a significant contribution to the functions for which they are designated. Science is a truly fascinating subject, especially when you can see the intelligent design evident in all of the sciences of life. Many people refuse to visualize from a broad perspective. If you will just look, outside of the box, and unbiased, then you may get a much clearer understanding of the creator God. He made everything to function with complete, unadulterated precision. Throughout my years in college, when I was studying to become a nurse, I was amazed and in awe at the way I saw nature operate; for example, how even bacterial organisms could be beneficial? Who would think for a moment that certain enzymes were necessary to breakdown substances? I won’t get deep into that subject now. I may have to write all of those ideas in another book. The point was, that even things that we think are bad, may be beneficial, or serve a purpose.

Bees pollinate, so our flowers grow, and some produce delicious honey. Yes, they may sting, and if you’re allergic to them, you may have a deadly reaction, but that doesn’t diminish their role in life. Spiders eat other insects, especially ones you don’t like so much, but they’re creepy to most of us. Maggots are so gross, they’re fly larvae, yet they eat decaying flesh or trash, and it helps it to breakdown faster, almost like nature’s janitors.

Have you ever considered that every-single-thing that resides in this world is significant, valuable, and essential? Don’t we need the trashman and septic service, as much as an electrician, plumber, or doctor? Do we need a waitress, a farmer, or a butcher, as much as a dentist? It is all relative, to what we need at that moment. Therefore, we are not more important than anyone else. We are all necessary, all significant, and we all have a purpose in this life. We all deserve to be respected and appreciated for our contributions.

It’s funny, when we are kids, we learn the value of others, we learn to take turns, share and help others in need. We learn to celebrate every occupation, and we treat some as heroes. We learn to wait in line until it’s our turn. Sadly, if you go out anywhere among those kids who are now adults, there’s no evidence that they ever learned the valuable lessons they were taught. As kids we learn the value of teamwork, but as adults, it’s typically everyone for himself. It’s who can we walk over to get to the top of the career ladder? How can we make more money, have a bigger house, a faster luxury car, and live more comfortably? We forget that a great majority of people in this world are homeless and starving to death. I think we all need to take a step back, and take a good, honest look at ourselves. We need to take a personal inventory of ourselves often, or we may lose sight of what is truly important. You can’t take these worldly treasures with you when you die, but the good you do for others gives you a treasure and a crown in Heaven. By no means am I suggesting that we should not strive to be successful. I am merely suggesting that we shouldn’t think it is given to us, to exclusively lavish it upon ourselves. There is nothing wrong with wealth, success, and enjoying the fruits of our labor. However, we need to be balanced. We need to be charitable when there is a need. Afterall, all of us had the potential of being born into a third world, impoverished country. I have heard that poverty is only a few missed paychecks away. So, when people lose their jobs, they begin to become impoverished. I’ve seen successful people self-destruct, because they hung their hopes on wealth, and found that it truly doesn’t make you happy. Money, power and position is also not a recipe for true happiness. Money is not evil, unless you make it your God. Suicide is not the answer to bankruptcy. So, why do people kill themselves for a set-back? Why not persevere to recover.

So, what does this advice, or these insights, have to do with Life After? It has everything to do with it. The wisdom one gains through traversing the rough terrain is priceless, if anything. Sharing that wisdom to benefit others is more rewarding than gaining it. I am an encourager, and an exhorter to be precise. I like to see people achieve and succeed. If this book can help one person look at this world, and the Life After, with a clearer perspective, then it has served its purpose. I love to offer food for thought and feed the inner souls of mankind. I may seem to some as opinionated, condescending or haughty, but do not mistake my encouraging words as such. If you walk around with tunnel vision, you will never see from the sky’s vantage point. Advice can be like a map that leads to a safe path, it can point someone to a new direction. It can help you get back on the path to your own destination.

Isn’t it exhilarating to see your child accomplish something that they so desperately desired? Maybe they won a trophy, graduated college, or found success in their career. Maybe they overcame an illness or learned to walk. Whatever feat they accomplished, it is joyful to see, and share in it. I believe we need to look at ourselves as those children, and we need to appreciate all the things we have endured to get where we are now. God, as our Father, delights in our successes. Often, it is He who leads us there.

In this book I will freely, and honestly share wisdom that I have gained through experiences I have encountered. If some of those experiences can help someone else, they were valuable to share and worth enduring.

We are the sum of those experiences. We are, who we are, because of what we have experienced. I have had many opportunities to gain insight and wisdom from them. Life is like a great big classroom, and some of the teachers are those who have lived longer and seen more. Those teachers are our treasures and our mentors. I personally love to sit and listen to the stories of an older, wiser person. They are fascinating, and they offer the listener a chance to see the world, as others before us have. It’s almost like we did time traveling to a different era. However, there are some younger than us, who can also teach us some of the greatest lessons. I have met many young people that had such tremendous insight and wisdom. Typically, they had to endure a great adversity to gain it.

I don’t believe in coincidences, but I do believe in destiny. I believe some of the people we meet are sent to us, to help us to become who we are destined to become. They can impart something we need to succeed. Sometimes, they enter our lives for a brief moment, just long enough to give us whatever it is that we need.

Chapter 1

That Day…

I t was June 23 rd , 1976. I was twelve years old. As summer would have it for a pre-teen, it was time for friends. School was out and fun was the plan. My friend Donna and I were hanging out. We were at my house but decided to go over to Donna’s house. We called Celeste and invited her to come too. She agreed, and so we planned to stop by Celeste’s house on the way to Donna’s. Celeste lived in my neighborhood, where we shared an alley way. However, the front of her house was situated on a busy street. Despite being a Safety Patrol student in school, I violated the rule of safe street crossing. Instead of going to the corner to cross, I attempted to approach the street between two parked cars. At that moment in time, a speeding car was turning onto the street, right where I was dashing across. He saw me and honked the car’s horn, but it was too late.

As the police report stated, the car struck me, my body flew upwards very high, coming back down to land on the car and rolling onto the street for about 57.5 feet. Some of the skin on my face was torn away because of the hard asphalt street. I was laying in the middle of Hillsway Avenue, battered and bloody. One neighbor called the ambulance. I was told that a military woman stopped at the accident scene, and she administered CPR to me. My brother told me this, just recently. He said that a neighbor had conveyed that information to him. That anonymous woman left just before Brian had arrived. As a nurse trained in CPR, we do not stop CPR until the first responders arrive, and then they will take over. My thought is that the military lady knew I was already dead, otherwise why didn’t she wait for the ambulance? Brian told me I was covered with an army blanket. So, who covered me? Was it her blanket? Had she already declared me dead? One of the neighbors, who directed traffic away from me, was convinced.

There were many curious people from all over, rushing to the scene. Those in the crowd were watching in disbelief. Some knew me, others did not. Years later, I was told of this account from several who were there that day.

My Mom was grooming our dog outside on the patio. My brother was weightlifting in our yard with his friend Timmy. They were all in close proximity to the accident. That’s where they heard the blaring of the car horn, my horrific scream, a thud, and the screeching of the tires. They all said in a panic, Pamela?