I have had numerous accidents in my life that brought me very close to death, the closest being the time I was in a bicycle race and crashed into the curb head first while I was making a right turn during one of the laps. One of the neurosurgeons who removed two blood clots in my brain as a result of that accident told me later after surgery, "You had a 5% chance of surviving and being anything other than a vegetable. The fact you're still alive is truly a miracle." I remember those words clearly, from around 25 and a half years ago because the accident was obviously so severe and because several years later when I was tested by a neuro-psychologist in Houston, he said, after asking once again during the testing why I was there taking the tests, (and again I quote), "You either never had the accident you say you did (which it was very obvious I had had the accident), or your recovery is miraculous. I'm starting at the top 10% of the questions and going up! I never test people this high." So, what happened during this near death experience? I don't know. I was in surgery at least twice as I was told, and then I remember being in a hospital bed with bandages around my head, and a tube here and there, and my fiance on one side of the bed and my mother on the other, and my sisters calling me from around the country asking whether it was okay to come visit me, and then all the normal recovery and testing procedures the hospital put me through for the short time I was there, until they discharged me. I didn't have any weird lights or my "life flashing before my eyes" kind of stuff. Maybe I'm just too boring a person for all that fancy stuff. I only have minor scarring, and I do mean minor, and a small "dent" in my head on my right side. When I asked one of the neurosurgeons about it, he said, "Yeah, you do. Maybe we left something in there." Thank God he grinned after saying that, but he never gave me any explanation for it. But, I've led a very productive and successful life ever since. My son, now 25, used to call me "Superman" after surviving that and a few more incredibly bad accidents. I assured him I was NOT Superman and that, even if I was, I was sure it wasn't a genetic trait, so he shouldn't go around too carelessly. After another BAD accident (got run over by a train and drug down the track on my back for a couple of hundred feet), and returning to the local mall to my wife's store, another store manager who had become a friend of mine, came running out from his store, into the common mall area, with his hand extended and said loudly and excitedly, "I want to shake the hand of the only man I've known to go up against a train and win!" I wouldn't exactly say I "won", but, if you consider I'm still alive and getting around rather well under the circumstances, maybe I did, to some degree. But again, no "psychic" or "extranormal" experiences. Just a lot of very serious pain and the loss of a leg. Oh well. Maybe I'm just too boring, as I've said, for any of the fancy experiences. And none of the other almost unbelievable accidents I've had, like falling out of a two-seater convertible while on the highway and landing on my feet at 45 mph and crashing into the country area alongside the highway due to my inability to maintain self control while I was "running" at 45 mph, had anything to offer but pain, a hospital stay, big doctor and hospital bills, and a time of recovery afterwards. I could go on, but the results are all the same. Sorry. God Bless you.