Gordon Was Declared Dead at the Scene of his Motorbike Accident

In the early 1980s I got on my motor bike to go to work. I remember there was no hurry; then, little else besides seeing a metal pole in front me and thinking, “If you don’t get off the bike, you’ll hit that and kill yourself”; then waking up in a hospital bed and trying to get up and leave; then being released with a badly-broken collarbone, a broken finger and many deep bruises and pains.

Two months of painful recovery from the collarbone fracture followed, and though thankful to God for keeping me from major injury, I impatiently whinged that this was not exactly a miraculous healing. I tracked down the wrecking yard where my bike was. It was unrecoverable and there was no helmet...it had disintegrated on impact. They told me the rider had come off the bike and gone headfirst into the end of the concrete centre island, and the bike had hit the traffic light and knocked it out of the ground.
During the following year, imperceptibly at first but increasingly so, I became less able to deal with daily life: forgetting names of close friends, not remembering where I had been the day before, unable to complete conversations or answer questions, failing at manoeuvres on my surfboard and falling off all the time. Then, two major things happened that shed light on the severity of the accident:

Firstly I collapsed at home and was taken to a chiropractor. He demanded details of prior head and spinal injuries, though I’d never been treated for any. His X-rays of my neck showed an obviously-deformed central vertebra and a mostly-healed compression fracture that could explain my difficulties and was consistent with the accident date. He was astounded this had not been diagnosed in hospital. I could have become a quadriplegic or died at the accident or at any time for 2 or 3 months after, without a neck brace or treatment. My inactivity with the collarbone had probably protected me!

Secondly, one day I answered a knock on the door. Two police officers asked me to identify myself. When I said I was Neville Walters they informed me that they were arresting me for impersonating and using the name of a deceased person. I asked them who told them he was dead. They replied they had attended an accident at the Tallebudgera Creek Road and Gold Coast Highway intersection where they and ambulance officers had identified me, Neville Walters, as a deceased person. I was pretty shocked, but after inspecting my license and asking more questions they left without offering any further explanation! God had brought me back to life, and has totally healed me for which I praise Him!

Gordon is a member of The Revival Fellowship - Gold Coast, QLD