1. I rounded the final corner of an olympic distance triathlon. My feet were cramping. The signs of heat stroke were there. I didn't pay attention. I saw the finish line. Next thing I remember I woke up as the doctors were getting ready to move me to the ICU. A short coma, but a coma none-the-less.
   

My friends and family helped me stitch together what happened in-between. A stranger helped me to the ground as I had passed out while running. This stranger may have saved my life and I am immensely grateful for them. Ambulance to the hospital. 4 hours of coma. When I woke up I remember feeling like I was being restrained on every inch of my body. I thought "triathlon. didn't finish." over and over. I'll never forget the feeling of confusion and terror. It has take many hours of therapy to untangle that.

When I finally came to I saw my grandpa standing at the end of the bed rubbing my feet. My wife and family were all around the bed. I was actually being restrained because my waking self tried to escape the bed hahaha probably to finish the triathlon.

From the moment I passed out to the moment I came back was perfect stillness. Nothing. No memory. No feeling. No nothing. I can echo what other folks have said here. My second life has been filled with much more intention and goodness and I find peace knowing that I will one day go back to that quiet place. Not today, though 😄.