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My near-death experience took place in Montreal, Canada, in 1976 when I was just six years old and in grade one. Although our summers here can be extremely hot, we do have four seasons, and this happened during one of our typical Canadian winters. Lots of ice in the school playground somehow didn't prevent little six-year-old kids from running around on it during recess and lunch. My friend at the time, let's call him Kirk, thought it would be funny to rip off my winter hat from my head and run off with it. Naturally, I chased him but I guess I didn't get very far before slipping on the ice, falling to the ground and cracking my skull.
This is what happened to me. I had been very ill with TWAR, which is a bacterial lung disease, for a couple of years when this happened. I could neither walk nor be active for more than a maximum of 10 minutes or so, without then getting a fever for three weeks afterwards. Always exhausted. Difficult to breathe. Constant feeling of suffocation.
I lay there on one elbow on the ground, trying to get control of my mind and what was happening within it. Everything surrounding me seemed to hum, and my body as well. The fuzziness in my face became more intense and my vision so restricted that it became like a tunnel. The buzzing in my ears grew much louder and I became more fearful (fearful may not be the right word, as I believe my body was going into shock). As I tried to regain self-control, I focused my concentration on the grassy ground before me, but it did nothing to expel the alarm; instead, I snapped past that moment of normal hearing to experience, once again, my friend’s jumbled words.
Oct 22nd 2007, I was on a hunting trip with family and friends in Idaho. I went on an ATV ride with my step mother’s best friend of 30 years. We went up on a mountain ridge elk hunting. After exploring and not seeing anything we went down a trail and found that it just ended. We needed to turn around. As Dory was turning around, the ATV got stuck in reverse and we went right off the cliff. We went down 100 feet and I became stuck under a dead tree that caught our fall. Dory ended up in the same place as myself but had passed away on impact.
In April 2017, I was preparing to drive roughly 7 hours to my prior state of residence to get tattooed by my tattoo artist. It was the day Gorillaz tickets went on sale, and I bought myself a VIP ticket to their tour. That's one of the last memories I can trust as having happened. I remember loading the car and hitting the road with my dog around noon. I remember driving north across the state border and seeing a sign with the number of road fatalities so far that year. That was Friday.
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