just kept moving closer and closer and closer to me. and i had what felt like a very long time to think about dying and what a stupid way to die this was. and to think about my daughter. and then the radio suddenly stopped moving. and the noise stopped. and i wasn't dead. i could see. and i could hear. and i could move my hands and my arms worked. i wasn't dead. i was lucky to be alive. that cliche, lucky to be alive, was suddenly so true to me, so profound. it was such a warm feeling. we should all feel it all the time but a lot of us don't, until we get this close to the end. i had a couple of near-death experiences in my teens and 20s. a motorcycle, that kind of thing. but i was too young to learn the lesson. but at 7:45 p.m. on april 12th, 2014, i finally got it.