After Waking Up From A Coma This 7 Year Old Recounted Meeting Jesus And Seeing Heaven

Sheri Hunter shared this miracle story with me on June 10th via a Facebook comment on my miracle story video. Her 7-year-old son nearly died in a rollerblading accident, and when he woke up from a coma several weeks later, he told her about how he had met Jesus, who had taken him to heaven.

The day after my son’s seventh birthday—his name is Barry Glover—you can still Google the accident in St. Petersburg, FL, he was hit by a van while he was rollerblading and thrown 153 feet through the air, rolling in the road and burning up his skin. Someone passing by stopped, told me at the hospital that his eyes had rolled back in his head and he wasn’t breathing. This man did CPR and revived him just before the fire truck arrived. The fireman told me at the hospital that was the only thing that saved his life. They would not have gotten there in time. I believe in divine intervention and that God sent that man to revive my son. He was in a complete and total coma for over six weeks. They never expected him to live, and they said if he did, he would be a vegetable for the rest of his life.

Five hours later at the hospital, I was so happy to be able to hold his warm hand when they finally let me see him. They had attached a pressure monitor to his head. The nurse told me it needed to reach the number 12 before they could send him across the street to All Children’s Hospital. That thing bounced around forever, and I prayed, “Lord, if you show me an eight on this machine, then I know that my son is gonna be OK.” It continued to bounce around and bounce around and bounce. Finally, it reached a 12, and I was so happy and I thought, Where are the nurses? They need to get in here and take him. But the machine kept bouncing around. Next thing I know, there was an eight, and right then the nurse came in and unplugged it and said, “We’re ready to go take him.” The Lord told me he was gonna be OK!!! I didn’t know what OK meant, but he told me he was gonna be OK.

He was in a complete coma for six weeks. Even painful stimuli could not get a response from him. They would scrub his burned skin on purpose, trying to make it hurt bad enough for him to respond, but he never did. Finally, they prepared to take him to HealthSouth for rehabilitation. They said they would go ahead and take him even though he had no cognitive level. They had a specially made wheelchair for him and walked him around every day, even though there was no response. Finally, his eyes opened and he was able to listen to us. I told him his joke that he made up when he was six, and he smiled. I was so happy to see that response. A few days later when I got there, the nurses came up to me and said, “We have a surprise for you,” and when I went in to see my son, he said—you could barely hear him—“Mom!”

It was still a few more weeks, toward September, before they finally let him go home. When he could finally put a few words together, he whispered, “Mom, Jesus took me to heaven. Everyone there was saying my name and telling me how happy they were to see me. I had no idea who they were.” He said it was so beautiful. There were no words he could even think of to describe it. When I heard these words from a boy who almost didn’t survive—and we didn’t know at that time how much better he was ever gonna get—it increased my faith so much, and I look forward to this place that was so beautiful that my son couldn’t wait to tell me, even though he could barely talk. Jesus wanted me to know that my son was gonna be OK, and so was the future, and I’ve always held onto that.