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Originally Posted by SmootSmack
Jsarno and GTripp those are some crazy stories. About 15 years ago an uncle of mine was hit by a car, he was in a coma for quite a while. Eventually he got out of the coma but he might as well have been a newborn. He didn't know how to talk, walk, eat, had no motor skills. It's amazing to see him fully functioning now considering how he had to totally relearn everything.
And no, they don't know what exactly cured my illness or even what it was. I remember it being pretty embarassing that here I was, 18 years old, and my parents and bro had to shave my face and brush my teeth for me and put my clothes on me because I was too weak to do it on my own. One time we went to dinner with some family friends and my buddy had a blast cutting up my food and feeding me. "Open the runway...here comes the airplane! Who's a big boy?"
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Wow, that's some scary stuff. I can't imagine the fear that must have been running through your head. It must have really given you such an incredible perspective. I don't know how I would react in a situation, and it must have taken a lot of mental focus to kick your way through that time.
While I've never had my own personal near death experience, a good friend of mine almost died from hitting me during a lacrosse practice. I was running across the crease taking a shot when my friend Kevin simply laid my ass out. Totally demolished me....and then he just started getting really sick.
It was so bizarre because after the hit, he just started walking like he was drunk and started vomiting. They rushed him to the hospital, and me and all of my buddies sort of joked around about what had happened. Then they came in and said that he had a 50% chance to live and we all just sort of stood there in shock.
He eventually fully recovered....but man.. that stuff really makes you think about how anything can happen. He actually came back and switched positions to goalie and became a phenom. He plays for Navy right now, but I believe they moved him back to defense. Crazy shit.
What's really bizarre is being near someone that is actually dying. It's actually somewhat of a psychedelic experience.
Here I am, sitting in a room with a living breathing person whom was terminally ill. I sat there and counted the breaths getting further and further apart. It was really quite surreal, and not a negative experience at all. All the pain and suffering this person was going through... It was finally ending. It's pretty amazing, and definitely helps in a weird way to get you through the mourning experience. It's something that will stay with me forever.
Damn, we're getting deep over here in the OT forum...