We were at my Nana's house watching TV when I had this strange feeling that the air was being sucked out of the room. I yelled for everyone to get down on the floor and I covered them with blankets. Then, all of the windows in the house exploded inward and there was this overpowering sound like a train coming toward us. I ran outside and stood in the driveway looking at what must have been an F4 tornado about half a mile in the distance. It was uprooting and destroying everything in it's path and heading directly for me.
I was just staring at the blackness of the tornado as it ripped up houses and trees in its path. But I couldn't move. My family was yelling at me to get out of the way and run but I was paralyzed with the insatiable curiosity of staring death in the face. It was just a few yards off and I marveled at the beauty of it and the perfection of nature.
It was now right on top of me. The tornado slowly lifted me off the ground. My arms were outstretched and my body formed a cross. As I was being pulled into the tornado I realized I was about to die. I felt a sense of peace and said Psalm 23 out loud:
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil: for thou art with me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
The last thing I remember was a short flash of being torn to pieces.
When I woke up I was in an open field and I was greeted by God (who looked a lot like Kevin Klein). He welcomed me and we talked but I don't remember what we talked about. He led me into a gigantic room where there were lots of little people processing people that were waiting in line. There was a giant book that flipped open when I got to the front of the line (God was still standing with me). I somehow knew it was my page it was open to.
There were pasted crayon drawing and stickers that kids would collect. The little person was about to close the book again and I asked God to keep the book open so I could see it. He kept it open for a few seconds longer and I saw that there were two numbers that divided up the good and bad things I had done in my life. The bad things I had done were like 2,334,000 and the good things were 3,423,230. The first thing that shocked me was that the numbers were so large and the realization that even the smallest things we do must have a ripple effect of good and bad in all directions.
I was granted access because I had done less bad and more good in my life. I wondered what my fate would have been otherwise. I do not recall much after this. I just remember thinking that I lead what I considered to be a descent and good life, but I had apparently caused much harm. This upset me and that's the last thing I remember before waking up.