Back 2 Life

Many may think I'm crazy but I really think I was killed in 1989 or somewhere around then.  Basically I was at a night club in Mountain View, CA  called the French Quarter.  It was in the Old Mill Shopping Center.

Some guy was showing off his brand new Datsan/Nissan 280z and revving the engine.

I was standing in the parking lot and his car engaged in gear and ran over me.

I remember the muffler going through my face and I was trying not to imagine how much it was going to hurt.  All of sudden there was this loud noise.  Louder than any noise I ever heard in my life before.
Like a crack Clang clank noise like metal hitting loud dense glass or something.

Then I was in a white tornado.  I felt like I was standing upright and there were winds circuling counter clockwise around my body for felt like 5/10 minutes as I stood there.

The white cloud/tornado was gone and I was laying on the ground with a crowd of people standing around me. 

I looked up and some dude was looking at me spooked and ask if I was ok.
I started getting up and said... I"m fine.  When some other dude came over to me and whispered "you better lay back down, you about to get paid"

I said no I'm fine and got up and people were wondering what I had in my pocket that made that loud ass noise.  I said All I have is my house key and my car key in my pocket but I remembered that everybody heard the noise.  I didn't pay much attention to this episode until later...the pain.

Some un-remembered time after this incident  days? weeks? can't remember exactly I woke up with the greatest pain I had ever felt in my life.

I literally could not sleep or think for weeks.  I just walked around the neighborhood day and night crying and praying to God to forgive me for whatever I've done to be in such pain.  I mustered up enought strength to drive to El Camino hospital.  The made me sit in the emergency waiting room for hours.  I didn't know what I was going to do.  Then they sent me to doctor and he gave me two motrin or something.   And left me sitting in this room on a table forever.

I eventually left but they had charged me $43 for each Motrin I believe.  I never paid.  But in 1998...;