CHAPTER 3: Up through The Tunnel

As I raced through this tunnel in silence I realized everything had stopped. I mean everything! No more pain, no noise, no heat, no blinding red color in front of me and not even that tremendous pressure of a weight on me! Nothing but silence and this bright white light, that was such a vivid white, that I felt it was just instinct to go towards it. Looking back I remember how odd this was because for some reason, as bright as it was, it was not blinding and did not make me blink or want to shield my eyes in any way.

What I remember next was that my ascent upward had stopped and I had an urge to look back from where I was in this tunnel. It's hard to judge distance as to how far away I was because at my first glance downward, everything appeared to be very small, but as I focused, I was able to "reel in" the picture and see with great detail everything that was there. I saw a large red area on a patch of highway( later I realized it was blood) of what looked like a giant red "patch" on the ground and in the middle of it was a person, but I could not recognize them because this person was badly "torn open" and you could see bare flesh and bone all along the upper part of the body and from the head area a large "crack" was in what looked to be a helmet and where the visor had been it was now completely red and I could see bits of what looked like large slivers of glass ( I found out later these "slivers" were actually the plastic from my visor that had broken up and went into my eyes and forehead.) and blood was streaming from this crack in the helmet and pooling out onto the street.

Parked on the side of the road and running, was a large semi tractor trailer rig and the driver got out and ran over to look at this person. I remember he did not come to close. Then he looked over at the mangled motorcycle laying off to the side of the road. After shaking his head he walked back to his truck. I remember watching him look at certain spots on his trailer and follow a trail of some kind along the side of the trailer back to his rear tires and look again and again at one spot on the trailer. As traffic began to gather, he got back in his truck and as people approached him and pointed to the person in the road, he drove off! I would learn much later, the significance of his actions or should I say "lack" of action and how much it would impact my life for years to come. During this time, I had not put it together yet, but this person was the person who had literally just "run over' the person laying on the highway! Through all this, I remember wondering who was this severely mangled and badly injured person on the highway and why was I watching them? It could not have been me because I was up here looking back? That question and many more were about to be answered!
More to follow.