I often wonder why I’ve been spared on numerous occasions. What does it mean, where do I go from here? My first near death experience was in 1980. I went in the hospital to have my tonsils taken out. Now, back in those days, the doctor actually cut the tonsils out and stitched you back up. I was in a room with another boy who was getting released and I wanted to go home too, so I started screaming and ripped my stitches open in my throat. I started to bleed heavily out of my