It took place in a lunch counter at a truck stop in Utah in the 80’s.
I struck up a conversation with the fellow next to me. It started with the usual small talk and went a little deeper after a few moments.
“I died and they brought me back,” he told me in a matter of fact manner .
I couldn’t help myself, “Oh, you’re one of them who saw the light at the end of the tunnel?” I was skeptical and it showed.
He looked me square in the eye and I realized he was deadly serious.
“I don’t remember a light. I know what you’re talking about. I was on the operating table and they lost me.”
He paused and I didn’t say a word as he wasn’t finished.
“I saw myself laying there. All I know is I felt so good where I was, I did not want to come back. There were no words to describe what I felt. I wasn’t finished here and had no choice. I was made to return.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“Did it change you?” I asked.
“Yes it has, I look at life differently now.”
