Ask someone who died once to come in and talk about their feelings?

In the summer of 2002, four friends and I went for a wild bath in Mahe River. When I got into the water, I found that the water was waist-deep, and then I began to plane the dog. When I was tired and wanted to have a rest, I found that I couldn't reach the finish line, and I began to struggle desperately. Finally, I lost my strength and sank into the water. At that time, I was conscious, knowing that I couldn't breathe, so I had to gulp water. In the meantime, I feel that someone is pulling me (anyway, it should be someone from my peers who will come to save me again. I am going to die here soon, and no one should fucking touch me. So, when I feel someone pulling my foot, I will kick him. I feel someone pulling my hand, so I hit him. Finally, I feel I'm home. The village is so quiet that there is no one there. When I got to my door, I found the courtyard door locked. I climbed over the wall and entered the yard. The door of the house was unlocked. I called my mother after I entered the room. I came out of the house, and when I came out, I found that the locked door of the original yard had disappeared. I woke up the moment I opened the door and walked out of the yard. It turned out that I was rescued by my friends in the same industry. We were standing about 2 meters away from the river bank, and we were all too scared to move. Coincidentally, a fisherman passed by and he took us from the river to the shore. He said, beside us. Only the place where we stand is a highland. When we came here, it should have been over. However, when we left, I left my clothes by the river. When my companion friend came back to get my clothes, he said that he saw three of my classmates fishing in the river. Because we were so scared, we ran straight home. When we got home, we all had a fever. We went to a small shop in the country to eat some ice cream and had a nightmare all night when we slept. Secondly, my mother told me never to take a bath in the river. My classmate drowned yesterday, but I pretended to agree. Later, when I came out, I was almost beaten to death by my father. The school also criticized me and advised all my friends not to go for a picnic in an unfamiliar river in hot summer. Life safety is no small matter.

Note: Later, I also heard that when the drowned classmate fell into the bunker, there was another person beside him. He went to pull another person, but the other person pulled his hand away.

The rescuer tried to pull me, and I kicked me away. When I finally lost consciousness, he pulled me out of the water, and I was still struggling unconsciously. According to my rescuer, he slapped me a lot, and I was honest.

I would like to thank my savior. I will never forget the feeling of saving my life. Without him, no one here will reply to the message. Thank you (I won't mention my name to protect my privacy).

I died three times. 17 years old, playing in the reservoir as a child, venturing into the deep water area. A piece of wood below saved me. 29-year-old, a car accident was run over by a big truck and her shoulder was injured. It's a good thing I didn't crush my head. 20 18, when I was 45, it was a secret. Needless to say, I won't tell anyone. A person's life, except life and death, is a trivial matter, difficulties and hardships are trivial matters, family conflicts, social interaction and children's schooling are trivial matters. If you do one thing well, good luck and blessings will come naturally, perhaps late, but eventually.

I've experienced it myself.

20 14 On the 15th day of the first month, according to the local custom, jiaozi was eaten at noon. Living conditions are better now. Jiaozi wrapped leek and prawn stuffing at home at noon. After dinner, many friends came, and everyone had tea and chatted together. Suddenly. I feel pain in my chest, just like a talon clutching my heart. I feel like I am squeezing my heart violently, and I can neither stand nor sit. There is a scene of about two minutes. Then I felt sick to my stomach. At that time, I had no idea about it. Jiaozi, the family thought it was leek and didn't eat it well. So I found some digestive AIDS similar to yeast tablets. After sitting on the sofa for about ten minutes, I went to bed and lay on the quilt. I still felt pain. Lie down for about a minute and squint. Suddenly I was in a trance, and a smoke entered my heart from top to bottom (this is what I can think of afterwards, not to promote superstition). Then there was no pain, as usual. Then get out of bed and have tea and chat with friends as usual.

After the physical examination, the doctor told me that I had a heart attack, and I realized that chest pain was a heart attack. It's been six years, and I'm a little scared every time I think about it, and I'm a little glad I'm lying down! I dodged a robbery. Since then, I have learned a lot about this and paid special attention to my physical changes.

After this myocardial infarction, I often think

I am a man who died once. The biggest feeling is to live in the present and be kind to life.

I am hesitating to answer this question. Because of my special experience, I think I am more suitable to answer this question. Let's share it here, hoping to help people like me.

If we talk about feelings, I think it should be divided into two levels, one is psychological and the other is physical. Most people who answer this question are talking about the psychological level, but little can be said about the physical level. Why? Because people who physically cross the death line (cardiac arrest) will never come back, and those who are rescued go into a state of shock as early as that moment, and don't remember what it was like at all.

In 2007, I was 23 years old, and I was a freshman who just got a master's degree. Once my classmates and I went swimming in the school gym. After swimming twice, I felt exhausted, so I rested on the shore. Unexpectedly, instead of recovering my strength, I felt more and more wrong. First I felt a chill all over, then I became more and more afraid, weaker and my heart beat faster. I feel breathless when I breathe with my mouth open, and I don't even have the strength to call for help. People around me didn't realize what a horrible scene I was experiencing at the moment. It was not until I fell off the stool that I caught the attention of a PE teacher. That fear was overwhelming and I was helpless. I desperately want someone to save me, but I don't think anyone can save me at the moment. Almost no more than a minute of extreme panic reached a climax, abnormal pain, I have a feeling that I am going to die here and now, and my body has not moved except rigidity.

Later, some classmates gathered around, and the PE teacher immediately gave me an injection. I realize that my discomfort has attracted attention and I will get their help and treatment soon. Soon the panic eased again, as if I held the hand of death tightly and released it in just a few seconds. In fact, the injection has no effect, and it was not until later that I knew why I recovered so quickly. At that time, after I recovered, there was nothing unusual except feeling extremely tired. Afterwards, I learned that it was a typical panic attack. The feeling of dying from excessive panic is called the feeling of death, which is the feeling of people entering death when they are awake. Later that day, I was helped back to the dormitory by my classmates. But the story is not over yet.

It's only been two months since this incident, and I always feel a feeling of tightness above my heart, like being held by someone and being pressed by something. So I went to the best local hospital, the affiliated hospital of my alma mater. I told the doctors what happened while swimming, and told them that it happened once after a strenuous exercise when I was young. At the beginning of admission, according to myocarditis examination, electrocardiogram, dynamic electrocardiogram, color Doppler echocardiography, blood constant brightness, urine routine, etc. Two previous near-death attacks, abnormal electrocardiogram and normal heart structure, led the doctor to think that I might have a rare heart disease. The doctor asked me to have a check-up to make sure it was the disease. I asked how to check, and they said that the operation cut a small hole in the artery on the inner thigh and put a metal wire in it. After the wire is inserted into the heart, it discharges to stimulate the heart to beat rapidly to see if it can induce cardiac arrest. If you can, it means that this is a disease and it has been diagnosed. I asked what should I do if my heart stopped? The doctor said we would bring you here. I asked you how sure you were that you could save me. The doctor said 80%

That was the first time I faced death psychologically. Seriously, I am unwilling. I am only 23 years old. I am from the countryside. I finally got into college and graduate school. I'm going to die before my life begins. The outside world is so wonderful that I haven't had time to see it. My life ambition and ideal have not been realized. I haven't had time to give my parents a better life. If I die, it will add a lot of burden to them. In short, I am not reconciled. Imagine what my life would be like without these. At that time, I even had a little idea that if I died, I wouldn't be buried in my hometown's ancestral grave. I didn't want to be buried with the old people in the village, so I found a place near the school to bury my regrets in this life-because this is where my dream began.

Of course, he didn't die later, and the hospital ruled out organic heart diseases. After all this, I finally realized that I might have mental or psychological problems, so I went to a mental hospital with my classmates. Describing everything that happened before and after, the doctor's answer was firm and simple-anxiety, and the feeling of dying was an acute anxiety attack. I asked, is it possible that there is really something wrong with the heart? The doctor waved firmly and said, no way. I suddenly relaxed a little, at least now I have identified the enemy. After that, I struggled with the enemy for several years, and sneaked on me several times in the middle.

Later, I gradually discovered the enemy's death hole. Problems come from the heart, only the heart can solve them. No matter what causes my panic, as long as I know in an instant that what I am worried about will not happen (for example, someone will help me), or my situation will improve immediately, I can turn it around before I fall into the abyss of panic, and my demons will not drive me away. From then on, wherever I went, I always took a few tablets of Serrano or AstraZeneca with me. I know that no matter what causes my panic, I will get better after swallowing two pills and waiting for a few minutes. These little pills are powerful shields in my heart. It is because of my inner belief in this matter that I have never had this disease since then. However, in the years after that, I still have a lingering fear, which is the lingering shadow of my life. I finally understand why people should cover their faces with white cloth when they die, because the fear of death will make people have an extremely ferocious expression on their faces, and the living will be afraid when they see it.

Later, I graduated and entered a well-known enterprise. Salary increase, promotion, job hopping, salary increase, etc. During this period, I bought a house, got married, gave birth to a daughter, and took my parents to their hometown. Life seems to come step by step, and the step experienced is not backward. If you ask me what it will be like to face death now or in the future. I want to say that people will have different feelings at different stages of life. I am not afraid of death myself, but I have regrets that I have never had since I was born. For example, when I was young, I dreamed of taking my sword to the end of the world. I think life is like a flower in bud, but I don't want to wither. Now, my family life is harmonious and comfortable, but I regret that I can't let go of my responsibilities to my wife and daughter. In another ten years, I may regret not seeing my daughter get married or something; Our generation is attracted by life, attracted by death, and even has no time to think about the meaning of life. Maybe only at 70 or 80, can I really look down on life, life and death, everything. Maybe then I will choose a beautiful day to bid farewell to this world in an anodyne way …

I am a man who died once. On the day I gave birth to Bauer, I was bleeding heavily, and my pulse and heartbeat were weakening. Although I am in a daze, my heart is like a mirror, and I am not afraid at all. Mom's legs have been shaking, and her mouth has been saying that it will be fine, and God will bless you.

In the operating room, the doctor talked to me while operating on me, for fear that I would fall asleep. At that time, I thought to myself, how pitiful my two children are when I leave like this. They are still so young. Can they be happy without their mother? Where are the parents? Can they accept the fact that white-haired people send black-haired people? At that time, I also began to pray to God, praying that God would give me another chance to accompany my two babies to grow up healthily and happily, and then honor my parents and stop them from worrying about me. Fortunately, I survived, and now I want to cherish my precious life. For children, for parents, for those who love me and those I love!

This is my feeling, thank you!

Back in 2008 1 month, I lived in the chest department of Tianjin First People's Hospital for treatment, and my family thought I had stomach cancer. In just three years, I lost 1 10 kg. After repeated inspections twice, I finally confirmed that I was a soft blowout, and the doctor in charge let me live in the general ward that day. But my family thought I had stomach cancer. Why do you think so? Because at noon the day before I came to Tianjin, my wife and I went to Zhan Ji Township People's Hospital in our countryside for an examination. After the examination, a doctor told my wife that I had stomach cancer. I didn't believe it at that time, because I couldn't swallow food, but I could feel that I was strong all over, although I lost my special spirit. So I don't believe I have stomach cancer. But my family was very upset, so I told my family that you don't have to be afraid. I know my life is particularly hard. I've died several times, not this time. At this time, I called my friend and told me my illness. My friend said that my friend's cousin happened to be the attending doctor in the chest department of Tianjin First People's Hospital. This was admitted to the general ward of Tianjin First People's Hospital. There are always seven patients in the general ward, and I live in it. Three patients died in two days and two nights. I keep thinking, will I be next tomorrow? I'm brave, but I'm still a little scared in a place like this. On the third morning, the doctor asked me to eat something delicious at noon today, and eat the most nutritious one. I don't eat at night. I will have an operation tomorrow morning. The next morning, I ate a piece of beef. At about noon 1 1, my old three accompanied me to play cards for a while. I just played twice, and I told my third son that I was sleepy. At the moment I fell asleep, I had a dream that two policemen were holding weapons and forced me to go to the top of the mountain. I remember clearly what these two men said. They always say the same word. Their voices are gentle and charming, and their voices are not loud. At first, I was forced to walk up and down, just like this, until I reached the top of my mountain. Then I looked up at the top of the mountain, and I was alone. These two girls are right behind me. They are screaming and jumping. I looked down the hill, my mother, alas, this is not a mountain, this is clearly a cliff. At this time, my mind was clear, so I scolded them and farted your mother. You are blind. Look who I am. I went up and punched the man, and the man ran away. This one was about to run when he went up and punched the man and disappeared. At this time, I was dumbfounded. I was alone on the top of the mountain. How can I get down? Then I remembered the red clothes I was wearing, so I tore them into strips and squeezed them together to form a rope. Tie one end to a stone and slide your hands down the hillside. At this time, my feet stood firmly, did not fall, and stood firmly. At this moment, I suddenly woke up. This year happens to be my animal year. I am wearing red thermal underwear and clothes from Tianjin First People's Hospital. When I woke up, I thought, maybe my red dress saved me. After waking up, I loudly told the patients and family in the ward that I had an auspicious dream. Everyone is very happy, saying that I am not an ordinary person and will be fine. I got up around 9 o'clock on the fourth day and the operation was successful. He was transferred to the intensive care unit for three days and nights and then became a common disease. A few days later, the doctor in charge informed my family to let me leave the hospital, saying that I was a miracle. In short, no matter how big the hurdle is, people are not afraid to come into this world, and they are afraid to have that kind of life. The doctor also warned that doctors can't save lives by treating diseases. As long as you have that life in a big hurdle, you will get through it. Believe in fate and life.

What is the concept of being dead once? This kind of experience and feeling is not experienced by everyone.

Many years ago, I was young and energetic, pursuing true love. As a result, I almost died because I loved someone I shouldn't have loved.

I ran away from my marriage that winter, and I still remember the snowstorm that day. Spend the night at a friend's house. When I went out, I was fine. When I come back and see muddy water everywhere in the yard, I will pick places with less dirty water. Suddenly I saw a paper box lying flat in the yard, and I stepped on it without thinking. At that time, I immediately realized that it was wrong and my feet were empty. My first reaction was to open my arms as much as possible, look down quickly and realize that I was under a deep well.

I was so desperate at that time that I quickly found a place to stay on the wall with my feet. Then I quickly called for help, because it was snowing and my friends and family were sleeping. After calling for help many times, I felt that I couldn't hold on. Finally, someone woke up. The man quickly came to help, and the woman went to the neighbor's house to ask for help.

Neighbors came soon, and three people pulled me up together and asked me if I was afraid. At that time, I smiled and said, "I will be blessed if I live." After that, you can never walk again. It was really scary at the time. " What a surprise! They woke up in a few minutes and probably died in the well.

After many years, I always don't want to recall those things. I have put down what I love or don't love. Now I just want to say that it's good to be alive. [Smile] [Smile]

I feel I have the right to answer this question. I have severe pancreatitis, and my weight is reduced from 230 kg to 105 kg a year. I've had three operations. The second operation is the one I remember best. During the operation, I suddenly woke up, and my limbs twitched like a frog and I was violently thrown to the ground. This process lasted about ten seconds, and then suddenly the pain stopped. I feel warm and comfortable, and I feel myself floating slowly. I'm already dead. Somebody take me home! I suddenly realized that I don't have to worry about having relatives at home! It will definitely bring me back. This process will take more than ten seconds. Then my eyes are black, my heart hurts, and my feet hurt badly. Later, I learned that the doctor took a big needle to prick my nerve and stimulate me to come back. Therefore, when people are dying, the first thought is to go home! I'm basically well now, thanks to my family's company and care. Now I want to forget it. Nothing matters. What matters is the people I love, my health and the happiness of my family!

After rebirth, I have no heart to compare, live freely, be rich and happy, be poor and happy, and home is the most important thing. Everything else is just a cloud.

I did die once because my husband had an affair. I asked for a divorce, but he refused. Then I cut my wrist. I lost a lot of blood then. I didn't know that one side of my wrist wouldn't die. Besides, I don't have the strength to cut my left side. I just lie at home and let my blood flow. It was not until my son came home from school that I found out that I had committed suicide. He hurried to his father's factory to find someone. After his father came back, he took me to the hospital for dressing without saying anything.

He married that woman immediately after our divorce, but I got a knife for nothing. It's really not worth remembering now. If I had died, no one would have done that. Without it, everyone's life in the world is the same. Why risk their lives? Everyone should be responsible for the person who gave birth to you and the person you gave birth to, and cherish life!