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I dont write much on here anymore. I write better when im bitter. Lately i’ve been happy.

Today one of my good friends sent me a link to an interview. I just watched it, it blew my mind. Because until now i’ve never heard a story told like this from someone who has died and come back.

It has made me want to write something.

I didn’t stumble across death like Ross Capiccioni did and for that I am grateful, very grateful. But so much of what this guy says I can relate too. I dont think about it much and I dont talk about it much, because it upsets my girl and I dont know if what I remember is real or parts of stories other people told me?… You know when you have heard a story so many times that even though you weren’t there you have painted the picture of it, and now it feels like you were there? No? Well, I am a little strange I guess. I came across death through a massive cardiac arrest. It came not from boozing or fiending or from being unhealthy, it was just a ‘bad luck from birth’ sorta deal. In short, my girl saw me purple, my whole body, face, purple. The medics almost gave up on me, said I was too far gone to bring back. I was choppered to Brisbane, I spent two days wrapped in foil on a bed of ice. My loved ones were told that there is a good chance I wont make it, if I was too live that I would likely be disabled in some form, speech, sight, movement and so on. Fortunately, I did survive and recover and until this moment I hadn’t really given what happened the respect it deserved. I am one of the luckiest people alive, because I am alive. The doctor’s told my mum that the odds of me living and recovering the way I did were about 1 in 50,000.

No idea why I would write this, but there it is. No, Actually, I do know why I wrote it. Ross Capiccioni’s story hit me hard. I guess this is me letting go of a little bit of whatever it i’ve been hanging onto.

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Matt Wilkinson. Bringing it back. San Fransisco. Photo by ASL