Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Close Call
Just after I was put under for my surgery, I had a vision of a glowing, pure white light. At the end of the light, I heard angelic singing and the sounds of family members saying things like, "Don't worry" and "It's your time." If my instincts were right, I knew I had to get the hell out there as soon as possible.
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