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Drew · 05-24-2003, 01:33 AM

It kind of scares me how many times I've been close to death. Reminds me every day that I have a reason to be here.

When I was a child, I was born with the cord wrapped around my neck. I spent the first 19 days of my life in a hospital only to find out that I had a rare heart disease. My parents were informed I had a 50/50 chance of survival to age 6, and I wouldn't live to see my 10th birthday. I had several heart attacks as a child.. my parents always seemed to find me just in time. At the age of four I underwent an operation performed in only 5 hospitals in the world.. 4 of them were in the US luckily for me.. the other was in the UK. My chances of survival were less than half, but they performed the surgery anyway after I'd walked up to my mother and asked her whether or not I'd die that day.

When I was around 8 years old, I developed tachycardia. It was a result of all the damaged cells from my childhood being recycled and destroyed (every 3-5 years your cells recycle.. if you've ever experienced a very serious trauma such as heart disease or a stroke this recycling can cause major but temporary health problems). For a period of 8 months I was at risk of cardiac arrest and had two incidents. During the second I was clinically dead for the second time in my life.

When I was 12 years old I was involved in martial arts. I can't remember the style.. it was something odd but started with an O. Anyway, I was involved in weapons training.. specifically staves, wakizashis and katanas. I got to the point where I was good enough to do exhibitions with two katanas when we went to show off in schools and such. While I was warming up for one of these exhibitions my wrist and shoulder locked up and my arm came swinging down at a bad angle. I ended up slicing just below my ear.. if the blade had been rotated a half inch differently I would have sliced right into my jugular.

When I was 14 I was shot at in downtown Norfolk by a decidely poor shot.

At 15 I was accidentally struck in the head with the blunt side of an axe being swung at full force (concussions are fun).

My first car accident was when I was 17. I still can't remember everything that happened while I was driving, but I managed to keep my car on the road for about 1000 yards despite the extremely hot roads. The police officer who saw the same thing to this day comments on my driving and how I should be dead.

About three weeks ago I was sitting a stoplight and my girlfriend called. The light turned green as she called. Normally I jump on green lights, but this time I didn't. 3-4 seconds after my light went green, a huge red truck came barrelling through the intersection hitting and killing the man in the car who had been in the lane next to me at the light.

Those are just the big ones that I can remember.

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Drew is Offline 2nd Lieutenant Posts: 3,292 Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Myrtle Beach, SC	05-24-2003, 01:33 AM It kind of scares me how many times I've been close to death. Reminds me every day that I have a reason to be here. When I was a child, I was born with the cord wrapped around my neck. I spent the first 19 days of my life in a hospital only to find out that I had a rare heart disease. My parents were informed I had a 50/50 chance of survival to age 6, and I wouldn't live to see my 10th birthday. I had several heart attacks as a child.. my parents always seemed to find me just in time. At the age of four I underwent an operation performed in only 5 hospitals in the world.. 4 of them were in the US luckily for me.. the other was in the UK. My chances of survival were less than half, but they performed the surgery anyway after I'd walked up to my mother and asked her whether or not I'd die that day. When I was around 8 years old, I developed tachycardia. It was a result of all the damaged cells from my childhood being recycled and destroyed (every 3-5 years your cells recycle.. if you've ever experienced a very serious trauma such as heart disease or a stroke this recycling can cause major but temporary health problems). For a period of 8 months I was at risk of cardiac arrest and had two incidents. During the second I was clinically dead for the second time in my life. When I was 12 years old I was involved in martial arts. I can't remember the style.. it was something odd but started with an O. Anyway, I was involved in weapons training.. specifically staves, wakizashis and katanas. I got to the point where I was good enough to do exhibitions with two katanas when we went to show off in schools and such. While I was warming up for one of these exhibitions my wrist and shoulder locked up and my arm came swinging down at a bad angle. I ended up slicing just below my ear.. if the blade had been rotated a half inch differently I would have sliced right into my jugular. When I was 14 I was shot at in downtown Norfolk by a decidely poor shot. At 15 I was accidentally struck in the head with the blunt side of an axe being swung at full force (concussions are fun). My first car accident was when I was 17. I still can't remember everything that happened while I was driving, but I managed to keep my car on the road for about 1000 yards despite the extremely hot roads. The police officer who saw the same thing to this day comments on my driving and how I should be dead. About three weeks ago I was sitting a stoplight and my girlfriend called. The light turned green as she called. Normally I jump on green lights, but this time I didn't. 3-4 seconds after my light went green, a huge red truck came barrelling through the intersection hitting and killing the man in the car who had been in the lane next to me at the light. Those are just the big ones that I can remember. Chairperson, Coastal Carolina Students for Ron Paul 2008