A former soldier who read my blog yesterday on Near Death Experiences….
Wisdom of a successful Russian crime boss; NDEs gaining credibility
….wrote me of his experience in his twenties in a foreign country as a private military contractor.
The job was to retrieve high-tech weaponry which a Western government had given to one side in a conflict. Sometimes this dangerous, advanced weaponry ends up sold on to unintended third parties.
This person had to approach this third party — in their own area — to take back the goods.
As this person climbed a set of metal stairs similar to American fire escape stairs, a fragmentation grenade was bounced down the stairs, making a slow, metallic clang as it bounced slowly down each step towards this person, who had climbed halfway up the stairs.
Life went into slow motion as this person fled by jumping 15 feet over the side to the hard ground, oblivious to the height.
Crumpled and winded, he added to the grenade explosion his own burst of gunfire up the stairs.
After scuttling away, drenched in sweat and shaking with adrenaline, deaf from the blast and breathing heavily, it dawned on him how he had been three or seconds away from death.
Reflecting, he realized certain things weren’t as important anymore:
money, a big house, fast cars, even faster ladies, and consumerism were now valueless.
Now good health and happiness were more important, walks in the woods, wildlife, Old Dutch masters, a love of history and castles, Tudor buildings, the seaside, travel …. and a few loyal, select friends.
No more laying in bed — up every day henceforth at 5 a.m. with things to do and places to go.
Or instead choosing to sit in the reeds, fishing with the mist rising off the surface, laughing with family and friends until your ribs hurt, or an early morning parachute jump.
Learning to fly a light aircraft. Sitting by the river at the embankment, drinking tea whilst the rat race goes past you.
Not the slightest bit interested. He made enough money in two days to take five days off.
Life is for living, not being stuck in a job working to buy shit you don’t want, with money you don’t have, to impress people you don’t like. 😉
He only worked two days a week for the last 30 odd years. If it weren’t for that NDE that changed his life goals for ever. Using every second well is more important than money and baubles.
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