When David Gant saw the searing bright lights and heard the voices, he could only find one explanation.
He was hundreds of feet underground, 1,200 feet deep into a flooded cave. For nearly 18 hours he had been clinging to a stalactite gasping air from a tiny dry pocket in rock. His scuba tank was empty, his brain was foggy from a lack of oxygen and he thought he had just passed out briefly. His caving partners were probably in another similar air pocket or already dead.
Now, all of a sudden, blinding light poured into his dilated pupils and illuminated the tiny chamber. He heard someone shouting his name. Yes, it all made sense. The voices belonged to the angels that were about to take him to heaven. It was time to die.
“You guys are angels right?” he asked, bewildered.
“Dude,” the frank voice behind the light told him. “We’ve been called a lot of things, but not angels.”