cannabisguru
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I can sum up my story short enough for this box. I'll give you the important details only.. to make the story much shorter.
I was 10 years old at the time.. my father (who was a federal judge at the time) of course made good money. Well, where we lived.. we had both elementary schools.. and one major Jr. High school within less than a mile away from our house... and back then the "in thing" were those moped things (not quite a motorcycle.. but kinda you know?) Anyhow, I (back then) was caught up in "fitting in" with the "in crowd". Well, most of the "in crowd" back then.. they all had their own moped's or scooters that they would ride to school every morning.. and I wanted to fit in with them. Even a few of my friends had gotten one.. so I wanted one.. of course.
So my father takes me to what was then called 'Honda World' where I found the moped I wanted. I found an all black 50cc Honda 'Elite' scooter and I wasn't going to leave without it. Well, so my dad tells me we can get it. I was so freaking excited.. but nervous at the same time because I had never ridden a moped/scooter.motorcycle before. Anyhow, my dad signs me up for some riding lessons.. and I eventually learned how to ride one.
After about 6 months of having my moped.. I get into a terrible accident. It happened over summer vacation of 1992.. I was just one street over from my house (my street) playing basketball at my buddies house. Well, I remembered my parents telling me.. "once the street lights come on.. get your ass home because we don't want you riding after dark." I was cool with that.. but then again.. I was also a young kid.. that thought I knew everything. Well, I decide to stay an extra hour or so.. at my friends house. Once time reached around 9:30pm I thought I had better head on home.
So I leave my buddies house to go home.. but my friends continued to play basketball. So anyways.. I hop onto my scooter.. put my 'half shield' helmet on (not a full-faced helmet..) and pull out of his driveway to go home. Well, theres a dividing street between my street.. and my buddies street where he lives.. and its a fairly busy street.. with a 30MPH speed limit. So once I pulled out of his driveway.. I get ready to turn down the dividing street to go just one street over to go home right? Well, while on the dividing street.. I noticed heavy traffic (heavier than usual). I didn't pay much attention.. I mean hell.. I was just one street over from my street. Well.. I live on the North side of the dividing street.. and my buddy he lived on the South side of the dividing street.. so when I leave his house and get onto the dividing street.. I have to go up half a block.. and then turn left to get onto my street.
So.. I'm stopped on the dividing street because there was traffic coming (thats the last thing I remember.. the rest of the story.. is what I was told by witnesses of the accident.
So I'm sitting there with my blinker on.. getting ready to turn left onto my street. Well, apparently.. some dickhead in this old ass Dodge pickup was coming in the opposite lane, heading the opposite direction that I was heading on the dividing road.. apparently the guy got a little too close to my side of my lane.. and he had those old style 'Big Rig' type chrome steel side mirrors on both side of his truck (on the doors). I'm talking about those HUGE mother fuckers too.. like you could use on a semi truck.. you know?
SO anyhow, I'm sitting there.. waiting for this truck to come by me so I can turn onto my street to go home. Well, apparently this old man got just a tad bit too close to my lane.. and ended up hitting me with his drivers side HUGE mirror. The brunt of the impact.. impacted me on my left 'frontal lobe' which destroyed (shattered) my skull around the impact area where it hit me.. plus it also shattered my left eye socket. Well, as soon as this happened.. my buddies father (ahh im tearing up again..) my buddies father was still outside working around the house when the accident occurred. He instantly knew what had happened.. he just didn't realize how bad it really was.
So, my buddies father.. comes running half a block down from his house (NOBODY ELSE WAS HELPING ME!! WTF?!) but he comes running down from his house.. and he rips off his t-shirt to use it to try and stop the bleeding.. and to cover the wounds to keep any debri out of them. Well, then.. my buddies brother who was a few years older than I was.. RAN from his house.. down to my house.. to tell my parents what had happened. Well, all my dad and mother could hear from down the street.. was me yelling for my mom and dad. So.. my dad goes RUNNING (he's not a small fella either.. about 320lbs) down the street to see what exactly was going on.. my mom stayed behind to call 911 (they had already been called though).
It didn't take the ambulance more than 2 minutes to get to the scene.. because luckily for me.. we also lived less than a mile from a well known hospital.. so it didn't take long at all for the EMS to get to the scene.
Long story short.. if it wouldn't have been for my buddies dad.. coming running down there to help me.. I don't think I would be here today. If it wasn't for the angel watching over me the night it happened.. I wouldn't be here today either. Also.. I had the best of the best doctors working on me.. so that def. helped as well.
I had a fractured nose bridge; shattered left frontal lobe area of my skull; brain swelling on my left frontal lobe of my brain; a shattered left eye socket; and a fractured (hair fracture) left elbow. I was legally dead.. not once.. but twice.. and I came back both times. Doctors told my parents that I had around a 30% chance of making it through the night.. and even if I did make it through the night.. and pulled out of this.. there was a 70% chance I would wake up with brain damage.. and or wake up and not know who any of my family was. Well, I'm 29 years old now.. and I'm just as "normal" as anyone else. I just have some scars to prove my accident.. that's all I'm left with.
I can tell you this.. for those who have NOT experienced a 'death' or 'near death' experience.. those people have no clue what they're talking about.. until it happens to them. I can tell you this.. I remember talking to (I guess it was while I was "dead"?!?)
I remember talking to some of my parents past relatives.. and that's no shit man. I wish I had a way of proving this.. but I don't.
Also, a few years after it happened.. the accident.. I told my parents that I talked to 'Uncle Tony'; Nanny (my grandma); and Dr. Ellis (he was a doctor.. but he was also my grandpa.. my moms father). Well, to kinda prove my point.. I had never even met my grandpa or grandma.. yet.. I was able to describe the clothes they had on.. when they were buried.. when they past away.
Explain that one eh? yeah.. until it happens to you... you'll never know. But take it from me.. there IS something after this "natural life". I don't know what it is exactly.. but there's something after this life.
peace man.
I was 10 years old at the time.. my father (who was a federal judge at the time) of course made good money. Well, where we lived.. we had both elementary schools.. and one major Jr. High school within less than a mile away from our house... and back then the "in thing" were those moped things (not quite a motorcycle.. but kinda you know?) Anyhow, I (back then) was caught up in "fitting in" with the "in crowd". Well, most of the "in crowd" back then.. they all had their own moped's or scooters that they would ride to school every morning.. and I wanted to fit in with them. Even a few of my friends had gotten one.. so I wanted one.. of course.
So my father takes me to what was then called 'Honda World' where I found the moped I wanted. I found an all black 50cc Honda 'Elite' scooter and I wasn't going to leave without it. Well, so my dad tells me we can get it. I was so freaking excited.. but nervous at the same time because I had never ridden a moped/scooter.motorcycle before. Anyhow, my dad signs me up for some riding lessons.. and I eventually learned how to ride one.
After about 6 months of having my moped.. I get into a terrible accident. It happened over summer vacation of 1992.. I was just one street over from my house (my street) playing basketball at my buddies house. Well, I remembered my parents telling me.. "once the street lights come on.. get your ass home because we don't want you riding after dark." I was cool with that.. but then again.. I was also a young kid.. that thought I knew everything. Well, I decide to stay an extra hour or so.. at my friends house. Once time reached around 9:30pm I thought I had better head on home.
So I leave my buddies house to go home.. but my friends continued to play basketball. So anyways.. I hop onto my scooter.. put my 'half shield' helmet on (not a full-faced helmet..) and pull out of his driveway to go home. Well, theres a dividing street between my street.. and my buddies street where he lives.. and its a fairly busy street.. with a 30MPH speed limit. So once I pulled out of his driveway.. I get ready to turn down the dividing street to go just one street over to go home right? Well, while on the dividing street.. I noticed heavy traffic (heavier than usual). I didn't pay much attention.. I mean hell.. I was just one street over from my street. Well.. I live on the North side of the dividing street.. and my buddy he lived on the South side of the dividing street.. so when I leave his house and get onto the dividing street.. I have to go up half a block.. and then turn left to get onto my street.
So.. I'm stopped on the dividing street because there was traffic coming (thats the last thing I remember.. the rest of the story.. is what I was told by witnesses of the accident.
So I'm sitting there with my blinker on.. getting ready to turn left onto my street. Well, apparently.. some dickhead in this old ass Dodge pickup was coming in the opposite lane, heading the opposite direction that I was heading on the dividing road.. apparently the guy got a little too close to my side of my lane.. and he had those old style 'Big Rig' type chrome steel side mirrors on both side of his truck (on the doors). I'm talking about those HUGE mother fuckers too.. like you could use on a semi truck.. you know?
SO anyhow, I'm sitting there.. waiting for this truck to come by me so I can turn onto my street to go home. Well, apparently this old man got just a tad bit too close to my lane.. and ended up hitting me with his drivers side HUGE mirror. The brunt of the impact.. impacted me on my left 'frontal lobe' which destroyed (shattered) my skull around the impact area where it hit me.. plus it also shattered my left eye socket. Well, as soon as this happened.. my buddies father (ahh im tearing up again..) my buddies father was still outside working around the house when the accident occurred. He instantly knew what had happened.. he just didn't realize how bad it really was.
So, my buddies father.. comes running half a block down from his house (NOBODY ELSE WAS HELPING ME!! WTF?!) but he comes running down from his house.. and he rips off his t-shirt to use it to try and stop the bleeding.. and to cover the wounds to keep any debri out of them. Well, then.. my buddies brother who was a few years older than I was.. RAN from his house.. down to my house.. to tell my parents what had happened. Well, all my dad and mother could hear from down the street.. was me yelling for my mom and dad. So.. my dad goes RUNNING (he's not a small fella either.. about 320lbs) down the street to see what exactly was going on.. my mom stayed behind to call 911 (they had already been called though).
It didn't take the ambulance more than 2 minutes to get to the scene.. because luckily for me.. we also lived less than a mile from a well known hospital.. so it didn't take long at all for the EMS to get to the scene.
Long story short.. if it wouldn't have been for my buddies dad.. coming running down there to help me.. I don't think I would be here today. If it wasn't for the angel watching over me the night it happened.. I wouldn't be here today either. Also.. I had the best of the best doctors working on me.. so that def. helped as well.
I had a fractured nose bridge; shattered left frontal lobe area of my skull; brain swelling on my left frontal lobe of my brain; a shattered left eye socket; and a fractured (hair fracture) left elbow. I was legally dead.. not once.. but twice.. and I came back both times. Doctors told my parents that I had around a 30% chance of making it through the night.. and even if I did make it through the night.. and pulled out of this.. there was a 70% chance I would wake up with brain damage.. and or wake up and not know who any of my family was. Well, I'm 29 years old now.. and I'm just as "normal" as anyone else. I just have some scars to prove my accident.. that's all I'm left with.
I can tell you this.. for those who have NOT experienced a 'death' or 'near death' experience.. those people have no clue what they're talking about.. until it happens to them. I can tell you this.. I remember talking to (I guess it was while I was "dead"?!?)
I remember talking to some of my parents past relatives.. and that's no shit man. I wish I had a way of proving this.. but I don't.
Also, a few years after it happened.. the accident.. I told my parents that I talked to 'Uncle Tony'; Nanny (my grandma); and Dr. Ellis (he was a doctor.. but he was also my grandpa.. my moms father). Well, to kinda prove my point.. I had never even met my grandpa or grandma.. yet.. I was able to describe the clothes they had on.. when they were buried.. when they past away.
Explain that one eh? yeah.. until it happens to you... you'll never know. But take it from me.. there IS something after this "natural life". I don't know what it is exactly.. but there's something after this life.
peace man.