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Willravel · 09-01-2004, 12:33 PM

I'm going to tell my stories in order of least interesting to most interesting, just to keep people reading.

1) I had decided to finally get a dish for my tv. I was getting tired of dealing with crap from my roof antena. I went to Radioshack, because they carried Dish Network. I parked right next to a big van, and my view of the parkinglot traffic was pretty much blocked on my right. As I walked out, I hadn't taken one step out from behind the van when I was hit by a mercury cugar going about 35 mph (according to whitnesses). I was initially hit in the right leg at about knee level. This pushed me onto the hood. I rolled over the hood and onto the roof where I frantically reached for something to grab onto. I slid off the rear passanger side of the car. The guy stops, rolls dwon his window and yells, "Watch where your going yo fucking kid!!" I think he had more to say, because he was backing up so that he could see me. As soon as he realized that I was a 220 lb. weightlifter, it was too late. I took my right fist and put an 8 inch dent into his hood with one that broke off paint. Now I wouldn't reccomend this to most people, but I've been in martial arts and boxing for years, and I didn't want to take it out on him. He looked, wide eyed at the dent, and drove off kinda fast. I yelled after him, "SLOW DOWN!". I suppose if he had been driving an SUV, or if he'd hit me at a bad angle, he could have killed me.
2) I was camping at a local California lake when I was younger than 10 (don't remember hy exact age). It was winter and we'd been hiking for the better part of eight hours. We all set up our tents and we got to sleep pretty quick. I awoke to seering pain. My whole body ached and tingled. I turned on the flashlight to find that I was covered in fireants!! I ran faster than a freaking cheeta to the lake, which was about 25 degres Farenheit. I jumped in and swam/bruched off my body as fast as I could. The ants quickly realized that they were in really cold water, so I was clear as far as that was concerned. I swam back to land and ran back to camp. I don't remember ever getting back to the campsite. I awoke in a local ER. I'm okay now though.
3) When I was about five years old, I was diagnosed with a coarctation of the aorta. Basically, during development, my aorta had closed off. My body had compensated by using smaller veins and capelaries in the area to move the blood, but I was headed for a seriously greusome death if I didn't have surgery. I went in and had a thousand tests done. Then I had one of the top cardiologists in the world flown into local san francisco. We drove up there and I went into surgery. I remember getting a really long shot and then closing my eyes. The next thing I remember might freak a few of you out, so be warned. I felt my heart beating. For about twenty minutes, I could hear my heart beating and I could control it pretty well (speed, not intervals). Then it started speeding up, very suddenly. It sped and sped. I felt pressure in my head and left arm. It was very painful. Then it fell silent. Darkness and silence for what was only a moment, but felt like an eternity. Then my eyes opened and I saw the doctors moving frantically. I opened my mouth and said, "Can I wake up now?" Everyone in the room froze. The doctor said something like, "Let's go people!!" and I passed out again. I started to concentrate. I could feel my heart not beating, so I pushed. With all my might I remember concentrating and pushing harder than I ever had before. Then it beat. I pushed again. My heart started beating. I heard cheers as I went back to sleep.
When I woke up, I was surrounded by all of the doctors and nurses that were in the room before, as well as my parents and pastor. The doctor asked how I felt. "Fine," I muttered. He then explained to me that there had been a complication during the surgery. "I know," I casually responded. He asked me if I could remember waking up. "Yes". "Do you remember asking us something?" "Yes". He looked at my parents and then asked, "Do you know how your heart started beating?" "I think so," I said, trying to read his face.
Aparently, I really did wake up during surgery. My heart stopped, and then I woke up and asked if I could wake up. After I went back under, my heart started beating.
To this day, I consider what happened a mericle. Choose to believe it if you want, but I know it happened.

09-01-2004, 12:33 PM	#17 (permalink)
Willravel ... a sort of licensed troubleshooter.	I'm going to tell my stories in order of least interesting to most interesting, just to keep people reading. 1) I had decided to finally get a dish for my tv. I was getting tired of dealing with crap from my roof antena. I went to Radioshack, because they carried Dish Network. I parked right next to a big van, and my view of the parkinglot traffic was pretty much blocked on my right. As I walked out, I hadn't taken one step out from behind the van when I was hit by a mercury cugar going about 35 mph (according to whitnesses). I was initially hit in the right leg at about knee level. This pushed me onto the hood. I rolled over the hood and onto the roof where I frantically reached for something to grab onto. I slid off the rear passanger side of the car. The guy stops, rolls dwon his window and yells, "Watch where your going yo fucking kid!!" I think he had more to say, because he was backing up so that he could see me. As soon as he realized that I was a 220 lb. weightlifter, it was too late. I took my right fist and put an 8 inch dent into his hood with one that broke off paint. Now I wouldn't reccomend this to most people, but I've been in martial arts and boxing for years, and I didn't want to take it out on him. He looked, wide eyed at the dent, and drove off kinda fast. I yelled after him, "SLOW DOWN!". I suppose if he had been driving an SUV, or if he'd hit me at a bad angle, he could have killed me. 2) I was camping at a local California lake when I was younger than 10 (don't remember hy exact age). It was winter and we'd been hiking for the better part of eight hours. We all set up our tents and we got to sleep pretty quick. I awoke to seering pain. My whole body ached and tingled. I turned on the flashlight to find that I was covered in fireants!! I ran faster than a freaking cheeta to the lake, which was about 25 degres Farenheit. I jumped in and swam/bruched off my body as fast as I could. The ants quickly realized that they were in really cold water, so I was clear as far as that was concerned. I swam back to land and ran back to camp. I don't remember ever getting back to the campsite. I awoke in a local ER. I'm okay now though. 3) When I was about five years old, I was diagnosed with a coarctation of the aorta. Basically, during development, my aorta had closed off. My body had compensated by using smaller veins and capelaries in the area to move the blood, but I was headed for a seriously greusome death if I didn't have surgery. I went in and had a thousand tests done. Then I had one of the top cardiologists in the world flown into local san francisco. We drove up there and I went into surgery. I remember getting a really long shot and then closing my eyes. The next thing I remember might freak a few of you out, so be warned. I felt my heart beating. For about twenty minutes, I could hear my heart beating and I could control it pretty well (speed, not intervals). Then it started speeding up, very suddenly. It sped and sped. I felt pressure in my head and left arm. It was very painful. Then it fell silent. Darkness and silence for what was only a moment, but felt like an eternity. Then my eyes opened and I saw the doctors moving frantically. I opened my mouth and said, "Can I wake up now?" Everyone in the room froze. The doctor said something like, "Let's go people!!" and I passed out again. I started to concentrate. I could feel my heart not beating, so I pushed. With all my might I remember concentrating and pushing harder than I ever had before. Then it beat. I pushed again. My heart started beating. I heard cheers as I went back to sleep. When I woke up, I was surrounded by all of the doctors and nurses that were in the room before, as well as my parents and pastor. The doctor asked how I felt. "Fine," I muttered. He then explained to me that there had been a complication during the surgery. "I know," I casually responded. He asked me if I could remember waking up. "Yes". "Do you remember asking us something?" "Yes". He looked at my parents and then asked, "Do you know how your heart started beating?" "I think so," I said, trying to read his face. Aparently, I really did wake up during surgery. My heart stopped, and then I woke up and asked if I could wake up. After I went back under, my heart started beating. To this day, I consider what happened a mericle. Choose to believe it if you want, but I know it happened.