There I was, lying on a stretcher in a brightly lit emergency room in New York City. Most of the staff were out at the time, so a single medic in some sort of dark blue military uniform took care of me. His personality definitely struck me as a New Yorker, though he was patient and helpful enough as he watched over me and checked the IVs in my arms.

What was I doing here? I wondered. How had I gotten here? I must have had some kind of accident. Continue reading →

The sun shone brightly, and the weather was unseasonably warm for March as I drove home from a routine doctor’s visit in the cities. I had just merged onto the highway about a mile or so back and was moving along in the right-hand lane at the posted speed.

With at least a half-hour drive ahead of me, I picked up my Rosary from the center console, made the Sign of the Cross, and began to pray. All was well. Then, only a few seconds later, I felt a violent bump on Continue reading →