Anon story from Sikh by Choice

I read this from the following link

Very inspirational

anyway my dad took amrit at 37

he used to be a huge drinker
once upon a time he smacked a dog on the nose and it bled to nearly death on our doorstep
he had a bad temper
my mum was lovely always bearing the crap from him
dont think he ever hit her
but was always shouting gussey drinking meat etc

anyway so one day he started getting nose bleeds and really bad i was only little back in 1988 i was 8 yrs old
the bath tub was full of blood and my mom was cryng
he went to hospital and was put on life support and his nose was stuffed up
condition was very bad

anyway doctors said that no sure of hes gonna make it

so i remeber mom coming home crying every day from hospital we had aunties cooking for us cos she was too depressed too

anyway the next morning a miracle he recovered - nurses said it was weird they cudnt get into his room for a second and something odd was going on but never mind he was discharged and sent home

ur prob thinking wat happened inthe room - well i dont tell anyone cos ppl dont believe me or my dad they think he hallucinated cos of medication

but he had a messenger from death visit him
he says this thing kept saying to hi cmon lets go and was walking to him fast and trying to grab him, he was screaming said he was scared

then he says he started doing simran (my dad never believed in god b4 this, thought it was routinal to go gurdwara sunday morning)

anyway the more he did simran the thing stepped back- and when he stopped he said it came closer
so then he said i closed my eyes and i prayed and did ardaas with harmander sahib in vision

he did this for ages and ages and ages
and finally this thing went away

after that he changed his life - he stopped meat, drink, started growing his hair, reading parth, we have maharaj at home in our house too !!

37 isnt that young compared to some ppl who take amrit youg, but i thought it was for my dad the way he was … so i do believe in it all deep down cos iv been told about this first hand by my dad