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Facing the Dragon How a Desperate Act Pulled One Addict Out of Methamphetamine Hell

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ISBN-10: 0757315232

ISBN-13: 9780757315237

Edition: 2010

Authors: David Parnell, Amy Hagberg

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List price: $14.95
Copyright year: 2010
Publisher: Health Communications, Incorporated
Publication date: 12/1/2010
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 288
Size: 5.50" wide x 8.50" long x 0.75" tall
Weight: 0.880
Language: English

Nationally known speaker, David Parnell, is a methamphetamine and suicide survivor from Tennessee.nbsp; Parnell gives an average of 120 keynote addresses each year. nbsp;His audiences include students (grades 6 and up), teachers, administrators, parents, law enforcement and emergency service personnel, social workers, church members, youth groups, and anyone else concerned about drug use.Parnell is a powerful voice on the dangers of methamphetamine.nbsp; He was a participant in the University of Kentucky's Drug Endangered Children's Community Education Program, addressed the Connecticut State Legislature in special session on the debate for restrictions of key ingredients used in…    

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you. —Friedrich Nietzsche
The man's most remarkable features were his eyes. They were so piercing I couldn't look away. They were a beautiful warm brown, almost hazel, and he had wrinkles around both of them, like a weathered farmer. I didn't get the sense he was old, though; his were the kind of deep lines one gets from smiling. Still terrified by what I'd just experienced, I stood before the man shaking like a little kid anticipating his punishment. Then he grinned and all the fear left me, replaced by a tremendous sense of calm. I knew then that I was in heaven and was full of gratitude that God had lifted me out of that horrible place. The next thing I remember is waking up three days later in a hospital bed. I don't know how long I had flatlined in the back of that ambulance—it could've been thirty seconds or it could've been for a minute or two. In eternity there is no sense of time. The experience reminded me of the movie Contact, in which actress Jodie Foster climbed into a time machine and went to heaven. When she returned to Earth, she felt like she had spent a week there, when actually she was only in the machine for a few seconds. My near-death experience proved to me that God is real and so is His enemy. I can't stand the thought of knowing there will be human beings who will spend eternity where I went. I don't want anybody to go to that dark abyss, not even my worst enemy. I've tried my best, but there's no way I can describe how terrifying hell was—I've never felt those emotions before, and I hope I never do again. Please, God, don't let me go back to that place. I'm always hesitant to share this part of my story, because people can be skeptical of things they don't understand. When I first started speaking, I shared my experience everywhere I went, but I got such weird responses in churches that I quit. Frankly, I was embarrassed. Those who did believe me thought I had probably met Moses or another prophet, but I know in my heart that I met Jesus Christ that day. I've even had preachers tell me I was just hallucinating, that I wasn't really in heaven or hell; that it was merely a chemical reaction in my brain when I died. One particular preacher, who is both a police officer and a minister, said he didn't believe me. He operated on facts and evidence, and I had no proof. Believe me, life after death is real. You can call it whatever you want to, but my family and I know I haven't been the same since I was put into the back of that ambulance. I am a new man.