I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, which had occurred at 6:00 pm Monday. It was the following morning before I went to the emergency room. The doctors were only giving me a 50/50 chance, and said that only my low pressure had prevented me from not having already bled out. My first recollection was a SNAP in my ears, so loud it was almost deafening; it reverberated and left my ears ringing. I was above an operation, watching from a location near the ceiling, and found it very fascinating. It didn't seem extraordinary; it was like watching TV. Nurses and doctors were sort of frenzied around the patient, and I knew she was in trouble... I was overwhelmed, and deeply sympathetic for the patient. I seemed to feel her horrendous pain, emotionally rather then physically. I couldn't really see her or even the others, with the drapes and masks etc., but then I thought, oh, that's me. But again, it was nothing extraordinary, just an acknowledgment. The brightest, whitest light annoyed me, shining onto the right side of my face. It was interfering with my ability to watch the surgery. I didn't want to quit watching the surgery, but the light kept bidding me to look away, and I looked toward it a couple of times. It was distracting me, and I wanted it go away. I watched as a long needle was thrust into the patient's (my) chest, and was a bit squeamish about that, so I did look away, and this time I moved into the light, drifting toward it.

I had a mild heart attack in April of 1999. This was following bypass surgery in March of 1990. It was during my recovery at home in the spring of 1999 that the event occurred. It was early afternoon. My wife and daughter were having their hair done downstairs in the kitchen of our townhouse by a friend who was a stylist. I told them I was very tired and went upstairs to lie down for a while. Lying on the bed I suddenly began to experience this very strange feeling almost like floating in the ocean, riding the waves. I remember feeling quite cold and unable to move around. I have no idea how long this lasted, but it seemed forever. When it subsided, I arose and was going to use the washroom when it all began again. I went to the top of the stairs and called out for my wife. When she appeared at the bottom of the stairs, I told her I felt very strange and I thought it best to call an ambulance. Later she told me that my color was very gray. She immediately called 911.

On Sunday June 19, 1977 at 1:20 in the morning I was unconscious in the back of a police car with my nose nearly torn from my face and my right ear bleeding. I was being charged with seven crimes, including leaving the roadway, reckless driving, fleeing or attempting to elude police, DUI, homicide by vehicle... Heading down the straight away, looking in my mirror, the police officer went straight through the stop sign where I had taken a left. Hitting third gear down the straightaway, the car was doing about 80 mph. My friend could not find the place to buckle his seat belt, so I looked down to grab the connector so he could buckle up. When I looked back up at the road, there was gravel in the middle of the road. When the car hit the gravel at 80 mph, the car slid quickly to the left. We were now facing the trees. Trying to counter steer, I looked ahead saw a driveway and tried my best to lock the car up so that we could pull into the driveway.

I was on vacation at Lake Powell and rented a two-story houseboat for one week. On the last day of the trip we decided to go down the swim slide that was 10 feet from the top of the second story. I went down the slide 18-feet and fell into a rock, which shattered my tibia, fibula, and tibia plateau in eight places--a compound fracture. I was airlifted by helicopter to a trauma center where I spent eight months.