My lifeline was not at my side as he always was. It was not so bad to go through such a disaster while tended to by people you knew.Ĭlosing my eyes, I let everything go, slipping out of my body, briefly glancing back where the doctors were debating about amputating my fingers whether or not I had sustained inhalation burns. 'How fortunate I am to be surrounded by familiar people.'Ī random, out of place thought. They had managed to secure the IV, Dr Kozaczynski stitching it in place not to be dislodged. "We have you, do not worry, stay with us," Dr Ching encouraged, watching me, a mask covering his face. The electric shock of the defibrillator sucked me right back into my body.Īwareness of their struggle around me made me moan in agony of being re-incarcerated into the worthless flesh. "Clear!" the ER doctor warned where I hovered in spirit form above the bed, watching them struggle with the blackened corpse, attempting to attach an IV into the shoulder. Without challenge there is no growth, therefore Souls are tempered during incarnations. Slipping away to the other side, to be returned for the greater good of mankind. Caught up in a cooking oil explosion, I twice went into cardiac arrest,
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