3 Unexpected Fears That Haunts Me More Than Death
Beyond the Grave: Exploring the Shadows of My Mind
“There he goes again,” the Emergency Room doctor says as I hear the WHIZZ of the electric paddles charging. My hands clutch the stretcher’s mattress underneath me. The THUMP on my chest causes my body to jolt off the hospital stretcher. I think to myself, “Ouch, that hurts!”
Over ten years ago, I died. You can read about what happened here (at this link). Spoiler alert: Frank Sinatra and John Lennon weren’t standing at the pearly gates to serenade me. Heck, I couldn’t even get a selfie with Jesus. But I did learn some things.
As far as fears go, I’ve experienced and tasted death. It isn’t that bad. It’s nice. It’s like having nothing on your to-do list, hanging out, and having a great time with friends. No bills to pay, no traffic to fight, no bosses to please. Just perfect peace. That’s what death is like.
So, when I have doctors trying to figure out what’s going on and they start talking about experimental surgeries and new drugs and “oopsie” moments, it isn’t the death part that scares me. It’s something more profound.
WHEN THE EXPERTS WEIGH IN
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