Greyson, a psychiatrist, was urgently needed in the ER to treat a college student who had overdosed. With no time to change his dirty tie, he grabbed a white lab coat and buttoned it up to hide the stain.
In the ER, he found the student unconscious on a gurney, her breathing slow but regular. He called her name — “Holly” — and tried to rouse her. But she didn’t stir.
*****
I had one when I was 14, on April 23rd, 1973. I'd been in a pretty serious motorcycle accident and had a 10% chance of living when they scraped my ass off the highway.
No, I didn't see 'the light' or dead relatives or anything like that, but I did leave my body and was able to watch the ambulance crew work on me and the German Polizei question witnesses. When they loaded me into the ambulance, I was sucked into my body. Whole thing from start to finish? A couple minutes.
Did it teach me that life was worth living like the headline to this post says? Fuck no. All it did was make me realize that when it's your time, it's your time and there's not a shittin' thing you can do about it so you might as well do all the crap you wanted to do before God pulls your Immortality Card. That in itself almost got me Xed out a few more times in my life.
