So I guess one of the things that makes me uniqe si that Ive died atleast three times. The first two were from the same motorcycle wreck, no helmit went off the road and hit a metal pole. Life flight took me to Beaumont blinked out on hele ride, then again in ER, but they kept being able to bring me back. So a week went by and I came out of my coma on my 25th b-day, they let me know what happened, told me I cracked my skull, srushed the bones in my left ear (completely def), broken collar bone, blah, blah, blah. The third was alot less epic I was eating choked by the time someone came by I was blue, but once again I rebound well, cpr and Im back. On the way to the ambulance the EMS droped my strecher crossing the bridge form my house to carpport, good times good times. Well thats it for this one but there will be more stories of dumbfuckerry!