Michael Kupperberg
1 min readAug 4, 2024

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Have used 4-8.
Have had at least a few NDE’s.
Here’s one. Was nineteen, driving my almost year old 67 Mustang. When out of nowhere, a Rambler station wagon flew over a concrete median, only to land on my engine hood. Saw something, then, next thing, a cop is asking me if I can get out. Say I think so, and sit down on the median. Apparently I phased in and out, till the ambulance arrived. They let me sit up front with them and away we went. Once at the hospital,
eventually a nurse took my blood pressure, only to find there was none. After doing it again and calling the doctor over, I find myself six to eight feet up and about ten to fifteen feet away. This has me thinking, what is she talking about? I think the heart pumps the blood and sends it out. About then the doctor shows up, checks the blood pressure again, it is coming back. Then the pain hits, a quick shot of morphine and am doing just fine. Can’t say others are that undramatic, but it wasn’t my first or closest encounter. Familiarity breeds a belief that time will resolve things.

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Michael Kupperberg
Michael Kupperberg

Written by Michael Kupperberg

San Francisco native, lived mostly in the Bay Area, spent time being a hippie, a real estate broker, residence hotel manager, living in the country, life is goo

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