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Searching For Home

"Searching for Home" is a powerful story of a young woman’s love, hope and healing after a near-death experience. Martin’s personal account begins at the height of a promising tennis career when she has a routine surgical procedure that goes awry. Clinically dead, Martin is catastrophically sent on a voyage to the Light. She describes her near-death experience as being Home – Home in the Light! Upon her reluctant return from the "other side," Martin becomes a chronic pain patient, relentlessly looking for that place called "home." And thus beings her journey - Searching for Home.

"Upon awakening in the Intensive Care Unit, Laurelynn heard a doctor proclaim, ‘I snatched you from the jaws of death. Your chances of living were slim to none.’ Surviving by artificial, mechanical means, Laurelynn could not speak to refute the doctor’s claim. She wanted to tell him that she had not been near-death but near-life. That she had been home – Home in the Light.

The doctor continued to explain the gravity of her medical situation. ‘The abdominal aorta, inferior vena cava, and right iliac artery were punctured. Your bowels and spine were also hit. You had no blood pressure or heart beat. You’re not out of the woods yet, so I need you to keep breathing…’"

Excerpt from Searching For Home

From Chapter 2:

"She helped me slide onto the operating table and gave me a motherly look. "Don't worry. We know it's your first time. We'll make this a most pleasant experience for you." With those reassuring words, I drifted off to sleep. I awakened and found myself floating above my body, off to the right side, looking down, watching the attempts of the medical team trying to revive the lifeless form below. I viewed the scene with detachment. The surgical team was frantic. The color red was everywhere, splattered on their gowns, splattered on the floor, and a bright pool of a flowing red substance, in the now wide-open abdominal cavity. At the moment, I didn't make the connection, that the body being worked on was my own! It didn't matter anyway. I was in a state of floating freedom, experiencing no pain... I had traveled to another realm of total and absolute peace."