Near Death Experience: Surviving the 1976 Wilshire Boulevard Crash: A True Story of Luck, Loss, and Unseen Protection – Series

I was 23 years old when, on July 5, 1976, my life cracked open on a stretch of Wilshire Boulevard in Los Angeles. The police called it luck that I’d survived—alive, and mostly in one piece.

I’ve come to think of it differently.

Carol, a friend from the East Coast serving in the Navy, was on leave in California. She’d never been to Disneyland, so we planned a trip.

On July 1, we left San Jose in my green-and-white ’73 VW van—curtains, tiny sink, mattress in the back, storage boxes tucked neatly under the bench.

We packed a cooler with drinks and snacks, tossed in our stash of pot and pipes, and stopped for […]

Near Death Experience: Surviving My Stepmother’s Abuse: A Story of Pain, Silence, and Strength – Series

The trauma inflicted by my stepmother echoed through every corner of my childhood. I was nine when my mother died. Two years later, George and I met our stepmother, Dotti, and our two half-brothers, Rick and Ron.

Ron was born the day after our mother died—October 15, 1962.

That date would take on deeper meaning in the years to come.

From the very beginning, Dotti made her resentment of us clear. Her abuse was constant and unrelenting.

She struck out physically—yanking my hair, slapping my face, locking me in closets, and denying me meals.

Her true cruelty lay in her emotional warfare: calculated, relentless, and all-consuming.

There was no respite, no safe moment. Her […]

Near Death Experience: The Ocean Took Me: My First Near-Death Experience as a Child – Series

It was 1959, under a sky dappled with clouds, when I spent a carefree afternoon at the beach with my aunt Dorothy, cousins, brother George, and mom.

The waves’ rhythm, the sand’s warmth, and the promise held by the distant horizon enchanted me. As George and I strolled along the shoreline, we searched for seashells and driftwood treasures. I glanced down, mesmerized by the frothy seafoam swirling around my ankles as the tide rolled in with quiet grace.

I closely watched the shoreline, hoping the waves might reveal a hidden treasure just for me. George lingered a few steps ahead, scanning the surf.

And then—everything changed.


A wall of water crashed […]

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