The first time I died, it hurt. The second time I died, it hurt. The third time I died, well, you get the picture.
Death hurts and there are no if's, and's, or but's about it. And there is no light at the end of any tunnel either. There is literally nothing there. The last thing you remember just gets replayed over and over again.
Now, I wish I could tell you that some great spirit came down and healed me, but that would not be true.
You remember when you were kids and your parents told you bedtime stories? Well, this is not like one of those bedtime stories. This actually happened to me. Here is what happened.