<< Subj: Re: Fw: The birdies :)
Date: 98-09-19 16:25:14 EDT
From: HABUE
To: JC Snooky
Dear Snook, That is a beautiful story. On a coffee break from cleaning the
Pine St. house and sat down to look for jokes and found your message. A
beautiful one. Reminds me of one a welding teacher (my age group) told me one
late winter afternoon.
He hopped up on a welding table while I was cleaning my welding stuff up
and putting things away and he told me a similar tale of having some kind of
viral infection and a nurse came in and gave him a shot of anti-biotics that
he was allergic to and told her that he could not have.
She scoffed at him and within moments he was in anaphilactic shock and
was rushed into an Intensive Care. Doctors worked feverishly over him and
eventually he recovered, but he had all his dead relatives around the table
saying, 'go back--it's not time yet..go back' and then was in a tunnel of
light and speed and some kind of beings talking to him.
Eventually he regained consciousness and was astonished to see all these
worried people around the table. Before he wakened, he was up around the
surgical lights looking down at his body and marveling at how intense
everything was and wondering why he was looking down at his own self. He said
that never again would be afraid of death.
Like Groucho, I'm not sure I want to be there. Thanks for the message,
it's lovely. Better version than the welding teacher's.
Love...Jane >>
"I'm not afraid of dying, I just don't want to be there when it happens" --
Groucho Marx (or Woody Allen, or whomever you've heard it attributed to.)