Doctors confirmed the miracle later through x-rays and CT scans: his small intestine grew an additional seven feet in response to this prayer in Jesus name.
(Wisconsin Rapids, WI)—42-year-old Bruce Van Natta was underneath a Peterbilt logging truck's engine when the jack gave way, and 10,000 pounds crushed his body to within an inch of the cement floor. In his near-fatal experience he watched two angels tend to his body as he miraculously came back from the edge of death.
The leading edge under the massive engine—the truck's axle—had come down on Jack's body like a blunt guillotine, with a crushing blow across his stomach nearly cutting him in half. It created the loudest noise Bruce had ever heard.
"Lord help me!" Bruce cried out twice. The force of the trauma on his stomach caused blood to shoot into his throat suddenly; he coughed and spit out a large blob. He bled internally from major arteries severed in five places.
Bruce looked at the left side of his body and saw he was only one inch thick. "I was thinner than the thickness of my spine," he recalls. Because the axle went up at a slight angle, the axle crushed him to about two inches on the right side.
"Call 911!" Bruce screamed. The driver went into shock when he saw Bruce's condition. After he placed the emergency call, he grabbed the jack to hoist the truck off Bruce's body, but the only place he could find to attach it was one of the springs near the wheel—a precarious and unstable position.
As the engine lifted above his crushed stomach, Bruce thought it would be impossible to look this way and still be alive. It was somewhat surreal; he thought his flattened body resembled a cartoon character.
"Get me out from under the truck," Bruce yelled, fearful the truck might fall again. But the other man refused to touch him. With three shattered vertebrae, it was not a good idea to move his body.
Bruce reached back and grabbed the chrome bumper himself, then used all the strength he could muster. "I pulled as hard as I could and got my head out," he recalls, but the rest of his body was still under the truck.
Immediately after that exertion, Bruce passed out. He believes he died at that moment or had a near-death experience. "I can say I died because when the medical people got there I didn't have a pulse."
Then something very strange happened. "My spirit left my body and went up in the roof of the garage. My spirit was up there looking down, at perfect peace."
The other man knelt over Bruce's body, crying, running his fingers through Bruce's hair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said repeatedly.
Then looking down from above, Bruce witnessed something even more startling. "I realized there was a huge angel on either side of my body," he says. He estimates the angels were about eight feet tall, very muscular, dressed in white robes.
"There was a light shining off both of them," he recalls. "They were identical in appearance, like matching bookends." Their long hair flowed to the middle of their backs.
The angels' robes were woven in such a way as to create a course, patterned material. "The robes were tight enough that I could see muscles bulging out of their shoulders, backs, and arms," he notes. Their arms were positioned under the bumper, angled toward Bruce's body.
Bruce estimates he was watching from above for about 30 to 40 minutes before emergency personnel arrived. Because he was in a rural area – the closest town was Adams Friendship, Wisconsin– the emergency responders were a volunteer fire department.
Immediately they grasped the severity of his injuries and called for a helicopter that would transport him to Madison's Trauma Center. The chopper came relatively quickly, but then turned around because there was no ambulance on the scene—no way to get his body into the helicopter.
Even though Bruce was 'dead' or 'unconscious,' he could later identify the 10 people who arrived, even the fact that two of them entered the building by the wrong door, something he could not have known unless his spirit observed from above.
One of the volunteers, Shannon Cila, kneeled down next to him and began lightly slapping his face.
"Bruce Van Natta, open your eyes. Bruce Van Natta open your eyes," she said. She continued, as her voice rose.
From the ceiling, Bruce felt his spirit inch closer as she called out to him. "All of a sudden I shot back into my body and I'm looking at this woman eye-to-eye."
In his body, he suddenly felt excruciating pain. "In the ceiling I was at perfect peace, but back in my body I realized, 'Oh…. I'm the guy who was under the truck.'"
He glanced to the right and the left, but couldn't see the angels anymore. Somehow, he sensed they were still there.
"I realized I was on the edge of life and death and I got scared. Every time Bruce shut his eyes, his spirit left his body and began to "rocket" down a tunnel. Then Shannon lightly slapped his face and called his name and his spirit returned.
"Do you want to live?" she asked him. "Do you have a wife and kids?"
His wife Lori and their four children jumped into his mind. I can't die, he suddenly thought. I've got to be here for my family.
"No matter how bad it hurt, I decided I had to keep my eyes open," he says.
You'll want to read the rest of this incredible account, including the way God provided a miraculous healing for Bruce that was later confirmed on CT scans. Follow the link provided to read about what happened next.