Back in 1995 I almost died but a last minute surgery saved my life. While I was on the operating table, I left my body and found myself on the bank of a very shallow river, no deeper than waist high.
On the other side of the river was Mr. Death, beckoning me to wade across and join him.
"Yeah, right," I replied. "If you want me so bad then why don't YOU cross the river and get me?"
"Silly boy," he said, "Death wades for no one."
So I was spared.
