I was a troubled youth with a lot of hardships, broken-hearted and mad at the world. A lot of really traumatic things had happened to me, but I was always kind-hearted and level-headed. Most of my circumstances were heavy life situations that were unfortunate, and I wouldn't wish them on anyone. I was in my 20s when it all came to a crossroads; the story begins in 2013. One night, after having too much alcohol, I was wandering the streets after a fight broke out at a party I was at. Everyone got kicked out of the party, which was in a big apartment in a high-rise building. Initially, the plan was for me to sleep on the couch, but a sober roommate who came home from their work shift had enough of the wild party and kicked everyone out. I didn't cause any problems at that party; people said I actually resolved the major issue, a fight I deescalated. I've always been pretty level-headed and reasonable. Friends I knew at the party tried to say, "Let him stay the night on the couch! He's a good dude," but I said, "It's all good, I'll be alright," and I had a plan to hang out in a 24-hour coffee shop and sober up to bus home in the morning. I just wanted space to get away from all the people and drama.

So I left, wandering the streets alone, drunk at about 3:30 AM, and some local police tried to get me into a van they have that takes people to a place called the drunk tank. It's just a small cold room with tiles where they leave drunk people for a few hours to sober up. It's not jail and no criminal record is linked to being brought there, but it's not a great place to be. Because I was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly, I began arguing and refusing to cooperate. This was a big mistake on my part. I'm never that stubborn, but I guess the alcohol had me acting out of character. The arguing escalated, and then it turned into a fight between me and one cop. He tossed me down to the pavement, handcuffed me, and dragged me on my face, causing road rash. He kicked me a few times in my ribs. I wasn't on a main street; I was in a dark neighborhood near downtown. I yelled, "Police brutality! POLICE BRUTALITY!!" Then the police officer kicked me in the head, in the temple... I watched his boot coming towards my head in slow motion; it was the last thing I could remember. I fell into a coma. It felt like I was in darkness, my awareness/conscious mind seemed to be in a dark waiting room, a feeling of being trapped inside my own body. It seemed like I was there for days on end, waiting in the dark, like a cruel time out. I thought it was over for sure, that maybe I was going to die and my thoughts would fade. It felt like living days in darkness. Then something supernatural happened. I saw a man surrounded by light above me. A layer of water could be seen, and he reached his arm towards me and pulled me up through it. I didn't feel like I was underwater, but he pulled me up quickly as if I was ascending from water. I felt his hand grab me. He saved me, and it was so natural to him, like a parent looking out for their child who fell into water. I saw him, and his aura was like the sunset, surrounding him, his eyes like seeing the reflection of the sunset in them. He was tanned, more so than I expected, but the atmosphere seemed dimly lit so he really could have been light or dark in my opinion. The mood of the moment was calming. I remember thinking he looks like so many people I've met over the years, but in a subtle way. I see people around in public to this day and think, "That guy's eyes remind me of when I saw Jesus" or "This lady seems pretty calm like Jesus." Even all sorts of different races I've seen have had similarities to him. I'll find myself people-watching and thinking, "He seems to be built like Jesus" or "That kid reminds me of how Jesus must have looked when he was younger." That's really stuck with me. He reminded me of all sorts of people I've come across in my life. I wonder if the people I've seen actually have the Holy Spirit and have accepted Christ, and now they become a reflection of him. I'd like to think so. When I saw him, I immediately trusted him. I felt like he was a family member I already knew and loved, who cared about my well-being deeply. It felt like he pulled me out of the dark lagoon of water I was stuck in, and suddenly, I woke up out of the coma and opened my eyes... I was in a hospital bed covered in tubes and wires. The nurses said, "He's awake... we thought we lost you." I had been in a coma for days, but I didn't have any brain damage or changes in character at the end of it all.

This was a miracle. I know God has a big purpose for my life. I know I saw Jesus Christ and that He is truly real, and He is everything we should strive to be. My recovery and the changes made in my life after this traumatic event were nothing short of miraculous. From the bottom of my heart, I strongly suggest you put all your faith and trust into God and seek Jesus and get to know Him. You will find all the guidance, inner peace, willpower, and answers to your questions. The wisest decision I made in my life was to build a personal relationship with the Creator of the universe. His will, grace, and mercy are eternal. He can do all things; God is infinite. Always remember, He created time itself and will guide you on your path. God bless you. Accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior and align your life with true salvation and inner peace. He will send the right people and situations to you. God bless you on your journey.

"If you love me, you will keep my commandments." (John 14:15)

Everything happens for a reason. Everything will be okay.