Let me see. By the age of 17, I was drinking, consorting with lewd women, fighting for the pure, sheer hell of it. I'd already been arrested for common assault and public drunkenness.
In November 1987, I was caught in an explosion that broke both of my legs and cost me my left eye, eight of my teeth, and a considerable amount of blood. The last thing I remembered was what felt like a hammer blow to my face, then I woke up three days later in hospital. I was told that I had coded for a little less than a minute - in the terms NDE loonies like to use, I was 'dead'. Here's the kicker - Jesus never showed up. Neither did Yahweh, Vishnu, Lugh, or any of their assorted hangers on.
So, TC, why do you think Jesus didn't come visit me and tell me to mend my wicked ways?
Boru
In November 1987, I was caught in an explosion that broke both of my legs and cost me my left eye, eight of my teeth, and a considerable amount of blood. The last thing I remembered was what felt like a hammer blow to my face, then I woke up three days later in hospital. I was told that I had coded for a little less than a minute - in the terms NDE loonies like to use, I was 'dead'. Here's the kicker - Jesus never showed up. Neither did Yahweh, Vishnu, Lugh, or any of their assorted hangers on.
So, TC, why do you think Jesus didn't come visit me and tell me to mend my wicked ways?
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
