On June 30, 2006 at around 9pm, I died for approximately 3-6 minutes. I had been in a motorcycle accident earlier that day, and the ER doctors were resetting my left shoulder that had been severely dislocated in the accident. They had administered the drug to knock me out too quickly, and, as a result, I died. It's a bit unnerving to wake up and have a nurse tell you that, "we lost you there for a few minutes, but you came right back." This event would be the catalyst that would change my life forever. I walked out of the ER with my left arm in a sling, my right arm in a cast, and too many cuts and bruises to count. I was unable to fully take care of myself, so I moved in with my girlfriend...
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