Excerpt from Prologue: Wake up, she said, slapping my cheek a little. Who is here with you? No one is here with me right now, I said. I don't remember if I asked why they wanted to know, but the nurse said, We are prepping the O.R. right now for surgery. Your abdomen is full of blood. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep. The nurse looked at me intently. You're not tired. You're dying. She was right. I died that night. Not once, but three times. However, those deaths are not the end of my story. Little did I know then, death can be just the beginning.