I Died On the Operating Table At Yale

I died on the operating table at Yale. My brain aneurysm explosion was off the scale. My heart, my brain and my lungs all failed. My life was shaken like a 10 on the Richter scale. My life, like a train, was totally derailed. I left my body and above it I sailed. I looked at my body and it appeared very pail. I heard my doctor say, "we’ve lost him!" My chances of resuscitation were very slim I heard the machine going beep, beep, and beep. I looked at my body and it looked like I was sleep. To the other side I sailed like express mail. Upon returning, I saw my doctors assail. They worked at a heroic scale. They continued their work to keep me on earth. I heard my doctor say, “we’ve got him back!” I re-entered my body and began my comeback. The number of days hospitalized was one-eight-zero. Because of my miraculous recovery, I shout bravo!