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I was at the dentist with my mother...
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I was at the dentist with my mother...
After being at home for a few days following surgery in 2007, I developed a wound infection that required a daily visit from the District Nurse to clean this and apply new dressings...
Riding my bike past the golf course, I watch as the van runs the stop sign; however, I'm unable to swerve out of his way...
I was around five years old...
I went into a tunnel and was met by dead friends and relatives...
I was slicing a bagel and cut the tender area between the thumb and forefinger...
It was 5 o'clock in the evening on March 9th, 2011, on Easter Island...
I remember being concerned, and being prepped, and wheeled into the operating room, but I don't think I made it to 99 counting back from 100...
I was told I looked as if I was having a seizure and as if I was really about to die...
I was riding my horse in the riding ring which was located at the base of a very long fenced pasture...
This experience happened to me more than 60 years ago...
Prior to the experience, I was under a lot of stress but I was not physically ill...