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Volume I
Foreword
By Duane F. Smith.
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Contents
CHAPTER 1................................................................ 9
FIVE MONTHS TO LIVE
CHAPTER 2 .............................................................. 13
THE EARLY YEARS
CHAPTER 3 .............................................................. 18
MY EARLY LIFE CHANGES
CHAPTER 4 ..............................................................22
GIVING UP ON LIFE
CHAPTER 5 ............................................................. 26
A LIFE CHANGING COINCIDENCE
CHAPTER 6 ..............................................................32
WAITING TO DIE
CHAPTER 7 ............................................................. 34
DJ VU OR SOMETHING ELSE
CHAPTER 8 ............................................................. 39
MY LIFE CHANGES AGAIN
CHAPTER 9 ..............................................................45
THE 4 HORSEMEN COMETH
CHAPTER 10 ............................................................ 51
LEARNING TRUE GRIEF
ABOUT VOLUME II ................................................. 58
ABOUT THE AUTHOR ............................................. 60
A SPECIAL ACKNOWLEDGMENT ........................... 64
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GIVING UP ON LIFE
Sometimes a person can be lost in the deluge
To my wife, as I lost my interest in life, my changing attitude
felt like abandonment. Of course, it is easy to see why she would
feel that way. Nonetheless, I was unsure what to do about it. She
felt we should be fighting harder somehow, but I didnt know how
to do that. We were already in the hands of the best medical team,
working on the cutting edge of this recently discovered new field
of medicine. Moreover, they were in contact with similar medical
teams all over the world. Who were we supposed to go to? Perhaps
some rumored South American healer or witch doctor? The only
consolation I had was that she and the girls would be in good
financial condition.
Over the years, I had morphed from building student
apartments to commercial office buildings, which were all on longterm leases. They were easy to manage and my attorney would
handle whatever my wife couldnt or didnt want to deal with.
Always a bright woman, she had actually become very
knowledgeable of the business from managing our student
apartments. Strangely, I kept thinking she might be better off
without me; she could then get on with her life. In spite of it all, at
some level neither of us really understood the finality of what was
happening in our lives or inside my body. I wasnt sick; I was just
tired, in a way that was hard to explain.
I was suffering from an extreme case of Central Nervous
System Sleep Apnea compounded by a second form, Obstructive
Sleep Apnea. The first form of sleep apnea occurs in only 15% of
sleep apnea cases and is akin to Crib Death in newborn infants. For
some unknown reason, at least at that time, with this type of apnea,
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of the question when I started wrecking cars faster than the
insurance company could, or would, repair or replace them. Being
tired from the lack of sleep is uncomfortable. Being tired from lack
of sleep over days or months is torturous. During the Korean War,
both sides used sleep deprivation as a very effective way of
breaking men down and getting them to talk. Even today, it is one
of the most powerful ways to get information from prisoners.
In some ways, I guess we kept expecting a miracle. However,
I did begin putting my affairs in order. I spent many hours in a
semi-awake state, looking back over my life, trying to understand
where I had gone wrong. How could I have all of these things,
after having accomplished all that I had, and not care particularly
whether I lived or died? Was it a lack of sleep or something else? It
was hard to say and at this point it didnt seem to make much
difference.
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WAITING TO DIE
There is a time when death comes as softly as a dove in the night,
whispering sweet things to those who wait.
At the time I got the bad news from the medical team, I had
never heard of Sleep Apnea as it was a new condition on the
medical horizon. However, they told me it had been eroding my
health for a long time, making me a prime candidate for a stroke or
heart attack.
During the first night I spent in the sleep lab, I stopped
breathing over 200 times for durations of up to 3 1/2 minutes at a
time. One can do the math. During the seven or eight-hour night it
doesnt leave much time for breathing or sleeping. Any joy in my
life was long gone and matters only got worse with time. Sleeping
in a bed was impossible. The only way I could get any sleep was
upright in a chair. My life became a gray haze of pain and
hopelessness as I waited for the end. Eventually, I came to terms
with my death, if for no other reason than the sleep it promised.
By this time, I was beginning to make peace with the fact that
this world could go on without me. I knew my wife to be tough,
resilient and a hard worker and with what we had already
accumulated, she and the girls would be fine. After a brief period
of mourning, they would get on with their lives without me. By
now, I had put my affairs in order as my doctor had advised.
Since I held no spiritual beliefs, it was easy to imagine it would all
be over soon and I could finally sleep for a long, long time. It was
amazing how appealing that thought had become.
In my more lucid times, I seemed to derive pleasure from
drifting back through old memories of earlier days when the future
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DJ VU OR SOMETHING ELSE
We never know when true magic is afoot
It was also during my time in the Army in the sixties, 15 or 16
years after WWII, when I began to experience incidents that I later
realized were beginning cracks in my cosmic egg, and were the
beginning of my remembering who I really was and my reason for
being on this planet.
After splitting with the church of my childhood, I hadnt given
much thought to spiritual matters, at least not beyond the message
spoon-fed to kids in Sunday school. However, in Germany, I kept
having soul shaking incidents of dj vu, which left me seeking
answers to questions I had yet to formulate and would never find
answers to in the old Southern Baptist Church I had known as a
child.
While in Germany, I encountered situations that my Sunday
school teacher could never answer. Why, at six in the morning,
would a 20-year-old GI carrying all his military gear, suddenly be
crushed by waves of fear and grief by just stepping off the night
train from Bremerhaven to Frankfurt, on his second morning in
Germany? Why, later would I suddenly, without a thought, dive
for cover at the first sight of a German Army Tank, while on
NATO Maneuvers?
Why did I keep meeting German citizens 10 or 15 years my
elder who seemed very beyond familiar, and we would realize that
we both felt inextricably drawn to each other. Many times we
could barely understand the others language, but draw was there.
Moreover, why did strangers often seem to appear out of
nowhere, offering help just when I needed it most? Furthermore,
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knew that something was happening at that deep level. In a
moment, the girl waiting for me back home lost all her charm to a
girl I hadnt even met.
That evening I asked around and found that this girls parents
forbade her even to talk to GIs. Because of that, it took me nearly
two months to even meet her, let alone get a date with her.
However, I knew from that first night that the die was cast. Once
again, something larger than I, was at play. Had not a whole series
of events lined up in just the right order, at the right time,
everything in my life would have unfolded differently. And,
without some of the events that it all led to, my Near Death
Experience would have just been my Death, after which I would
have never returned to the life, and this book you are reading
would never have been written.
At the time, I had no way of knowing that a late night, spur-ofthe-moment decision to stop for pizza would change my life
forever, and now 50 years later, the ripple effects of that quick
decision, are still altering my life. However, since you are reading
this book, that decision made so long ago, will now alter your
future in some small way, whether you agree with its topic or not.
Let me explain.
After reading for a while, you may decide to stop and go to the
store. At this point, when you choose to stop reading seems your
choice and an arbitrary one at that. However, depending on your
whim you might or might not meet an old friend on the way. You
may talk with them for a few minutes, or longer. Either way, the
whole of the rest of your day will probably unfold differently, than
if you had stopped reading five minutes later. . . or earlier, and
missed your friend. In addition, when we accidently bump into
different people, we also change their seemingly random patterns
also, and eventually they affect everyone they meet. Some may
avoid an accident they might have been envolved in, and some
may have an accident they wouldnt have had, had they been a
minute earlier or later. And the ripple effects continue, outward,
forever.
Consider this if you will. Eventually, your seemingly
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A Special Acknowledgment