At least twice in my life I knew I was going to die. One in a college accident in Boston in a car full of kids and on hydroplaning on a slick road. I never thought about anything except I went into this cacoon and said both times “Jesus be with me for eternity”. Who cares whose around your bed. It’s whose holding me for eternity.

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