I really, truly, hope you have never feared for your life. Don't take this lightly; I mean a situation where you had a staring match with death and, by some strange chance, death blinked first. It's something I wouldn't wish on anyone. It's something that deeply changes who you are.

It's your choice whether or not you want to think I'm telling the truth. I know if someone had told me a year ago that this was going to happen, I would have laughed at them. I probably would have told them they needed a nice, long session with their psychologist and then walked away. If after reading this, you decide to tell me the name of a great shrink, I get it. I'm not expecting you to believe me.

But if you do... If you choose to read my story, and, for some reason, are intrigued, then that's okay too. I write this down for you, but also for me. Maybe if I write it down, it'll make more sense. If I get it down on paper, maybe I'll see something I never did before, even though I doubt it. I don't think I was ever meant to understand what happened that day.

Then again, like I always say...

Stranger things have happened.