He pointed to an image of his grandfather. ‘That’s me!’ he said, adding, ‘Hey! That’s my car!’ when discovering a picture of a 1949 Pontiac. Sam had identified his paternal grandfather in the image as well as his grandfather’s first car. The man had died nearly two years before Sam’s birth.
What feels like a sudden explosion of near-death experiences may not be a trend at all. It’s a bottlenecked backlog finally giving way, amplified by technology and timing.
There could be no possibility of my missing one of two excruciating deaths. If the tug’s propellers didn’t turn me into mincemeat, my drowned corpse would eventually float to the surface after the floating crane had passed over me. Even if the tug stopped, the momentum of the barge would merely spare me the chop from the stilled propellers.
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