Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Naïve Melody, cont'd

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When my grandfather was 3 he nearly drowned in a pond in the woods or maybe it was an orchard where he was trying to catch frogs. He fell in, thrashed around some, sank. A brilliant light, he said. A brilliant white light surrounded him and he felt an immense comfort that he remembers vividly to this day. He is 92. A man of science. He breathed in. The light was about to go out, like a shut-off TV he said. The synapses shut down. A stranger happened to pass and hear my grandfather thrashing in the water. A hand reaching down and pulling him out of the water. Back to life.

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