About a week ago one of my followers wanted me to elaborate on my belief in life after death. I promised her that in the near future that I would. Well. that time is now even though I will admit that I am going to reveal some things that happened to me when I was very young and that makes me a wee bit uncomfortable, but a promise is a promise.
On January 20, 1972 while walking home from school, I was hit by a truck. He was driving approximately 64 KPH (40 MPH) and I sustained massive injuries that I still suffer with up to the present day.
The fortunate thing was that where the accident occurred was right in front of a doctors house and he happened to be home at the time.
The injuries were so severe that I had actually died at the scene and I had to be brought back to life by the doctor and the paramedics after they arrived on the scene.
This wasn't my usual routine. I was supposed to take the bus fot the complete blog with pictures press here.
