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I was in a near-fatal car accident in 2010 when I was 21 years old. I had been drinking and a few minor problems with a relationship led me to the point where I got in my parents car while heavily intoxicated. I drove off and all I could think about was "I have to kill myself" or "something needs to happen so I don't make it home." It was around 1:45 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. in the morning and I remember driving down the center of a winding road going 90 mph just thinking that "something needs to happen" or that "I have to kill myself." I drove to the point where I see the junction of the local four-lane highway and I remember thinking "this is it, I'm running out of time" and I looked left in the distance for vehicles traveling south and then looked right for vehicles traveling north...I didn't want to harm anyone but myself. I then woke up in a helicopter being flown to the hospital. What occurred between the time of seeing the highway and waking up in the helicopter was something else.
I was hit by a car while riding my motorcycle. I died on the operating table.
I was born in October, 1926 in Oklahoma. I am, by education, a civil engineer. I am retired from the U.S. Army in which I served for 27 years. I have two college degrees, a bachelor’s of science in mathematics and another in civil engineering. I am in good health and have been throughout my life…with the exception of dying and that occurred only once. I have no mental derangement or nervous disorders. At least of which I am aware.
One morning in February, 1999, I was awakened by early symptoms of a heart centered problem. That determination was instantly made by my wife, an experienced nurse. She gave me an aspirin tablet and telephoned the nearest hospital, some 14 miles distant, alerting them that she was driving me directly to their emergency facility and that we would arrive in 20 minutes or less. We arrived at the hospital and the night duty physician arrived only minutes thereafter. I’m not aware of the procedure(s) the physician and his team performed or were attempting to perform, but several minutes after the beginning my heart ceased functioning and I lost all sense of contact with the hospital environment.
I was born in Illinois. My father was a flight instructor and my mother was a housewife. Like most people in the midwest we had a basement. And like so many others it was converted into a room to have guests. We had the wood paneled walls and bar and my parents would have parties entertaining neighbors and friends. This was very much the in thing to do during the 60s.
The experience happened as a result of a weightlifting accident. Prior to the event, I had just finished with the football season where I was fortunate enough to win a national championship; the accident happened during the post season. At that time, I was the strongest football player on the team without question. Having 405 pounds of real weight on the bench press quite frankly didn't take much effort, and it was a weight that I was able to control easily. On the end of the bar I had bands that helped to suspend the weight in the air so it was easier to lift alone. As I was resting underneath the bar in between sets, an individual passed by my bar carrying dumbbells and lost his footing causing him to fall into my bar. The bar then disracked and fell on my forehead breaking my sinus cavity. Because of the bands, the bar then bounced back up and came down again on my nose and the side of my face, resulting in my nose being fractured in four places, and me breaking my orbitial socket. With one arm, I threw the weight off of my face, and stood up as blood began pouring out of my nose. The staff called the ambulance, and I was then taken to the hospital.
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