My name is Tom Odwyer I was born in 1953 in Bridgeport, Connecticut.
I never believed in religion, but I always believed in the existence of God.
When I was a kid I questioned my mother about human existence. My mom always assured me that I was a very special kid, my experiences in life proved so.
When I was around 9 years old I was in a hospital room with anxious doctors around me. When I saw a big white light on top of the room. As I was on my way up, I looked back down to the hospital room and saw my mother looking at me with worried eyes. That was my first near death experience. I distinctly remember the doctor saying “welcome back, son.”
Young Tom was a real hippy, I was a heavy drug user and had a really adventurous spirit.
One winter day my friend and I were hiking. We got caught in a snowstorm and lost our way. Having wondered around to find our way back we were both very tired. My friend wanted to rest a little bit on the snow, but I knew that would be the end. I couldn’t do anything for my friend, but I knew I had to keep on my journey to save my life. As I was about to give up I saw a bright light coming between the clouds. Going towards the light I found the small hut that saved my life.
North Carolina, USA, 06 February 2019