What I Learned From Not Dying

As a child, I had a few confrontations with death. When I was three, I had a hernia operation. I remember looking down on my body, and not wanting to get back in. When I was six, I went ice fishing with my dad. They cut holes in the ice so you can fish. I was walking around, exploring like a six-year old does, when I walked into a hole that had only been slightly frozen over, and was covered with a skiff of snow. I fell under the ice, and some stranger pulled me out. (Read more here .)

 

 

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