On June 2, 2008 I woke up at 5:00am and my lungs were filled up with fluid. I called 911 and they came and put me in the ambulance, and I knew I was dying. Then, I died, and I saw Jesus. He was as plain as day with white clothing with gold around His neck. I said, “O, there is God. He is going to take me to Heaven.” When I woke up four days later on a respirator, at the Boston Medical Center I realized that God send me back and I wasn’t dead. So I feel God wants me to witness of my miracle with Jesus. Praise God!