The first time I died is when it all started, well for me at least. I don’t really know when it started for Tom and Marshal. If I wouldn’t have died I would never have known who my real parents were. Sometime I wish that were so. It was a summer day and I was driving down the road behind a pickup truck hauling steel pipes. That’s when it happened. A semi swerved into our lane. It nailed the pickup so hard that a steel pipe projected at me. I remember my mind going blank right before it hit me. I crashed and was impaled right in the chest. That’s when I blacked out.
