Almost 3 years ago I fell through the roof of my garage. I broke my back in 4 or 5 places and broke eight ribs. It was nine hours before my son found me. I called and yelled and wondered if I would die there on the cold cement floor. Nearby was the smell of death as a cat had died and I could only smell that smell that death creates. I tried to crawl but the pain was incredible and all I could manage was to go in circles. The sun was beating down on me and I was dehydrating fast. I had to urinate and so I did in my pants. I knew if someone didn't find me I would be dead. This was at eight thirty am. At around 5 pm my son found me. We had a little white dog who came to me and laid next to me while my son got a jug of water and poured over me. Then he called the ambulance and a half hour latter they arrived. And thus began my journey. My walk with death.
The pain was so intense that when they moved me the whole world turned bright yellow.
If anyone wants to hear what happened next just ask me. I'll be happy to tell you the next part. But maybe I am to far outside your world just looking for someone who might be interested in the rest of the story as Paul Harvey used to say.
As ever I remain.
Dana Lee Kimball
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