I Literally Lost My ***....

I don't beleive my husband caused the motorcycle accident, but he surly should'nt have had his wife 'mother of his three children on the damn thing knowing how dangerous they are...June 15, 1981. comming up Panarama Drive the cliffs from Hart Park in Bakersfield, California around 8.34p.m. and Life ended for the both of us...A mal-function in the bike...He thought we had a flat tire...When we hit he wrapped around the sign post, I flew over him flat on my back in the middle of the road..We both died...And I do remember dying, and crossing over to the other side....After 32 surgeries and all sorts of Hell since, I am just now becomming better than I have ever been in 26 years....The handle bars of the motorcylce went up my rectum(*******),ripping me straight in half...The doctors have no clue as to why I have survived...But I became a human lab rat for science..and through it all,I opened up a whole new world of science to doctors and fellow man....Just  the short of it...I could write for days.....
moonbeamwilliam moonbeamwilliam
51-55, F
1 Response Jun 20, 2007

Murdercycles......How are you doing now?