When I was 39 years old and lived in Denver, I was involved in a serious car accident. A stolen vehicle, pursued by police, exited the interstate highway at a residential area and traveled at a high rate of speed through a neighborhood. I remember driving my Jeep Cherokee and seeing a green light. The next thing I recall is standing in a room and looking up at a man behind a podium, about ten feet in front of me. He smiled gently and said, "You're going back, Steve. You must do what I tell you." I nodded and said, "Okay." He was suddenly standing next to me. In a kind, yet firm voice, he said, "You need to..., and you need to..., and you need to..." What I needed to do was blanked out of my conscious memory, but after each request, I nodded and responded with, "Yes, I can do that." I believe these were areas of my personal life that needed work. The last thing he said was, "You will go back and write a book." I was shocked and said, "No, I can't do that. I've never written anything in my life." He smiled and said, "Yes, you can." "But what will I write about and how will I be able to do it?' I was confused. "Go to the next room, Steve," he said, gesturing to my right. I saw a doorway, but hesitated. I really didn't want to leave. I looked through the doorway and saw someone in the adjoining room. Again, I hesitated. His last words to me were, "Look, Betti's waiting for you. Go back to Betti." I walked through the doorway to my wife's smiling face and suddenly I realized I was looking up at her from a hospital bed. She smiled and said, "He's awake!" My recovery was miraculous and I was back to work in less than a month. All I could think about was writing the book I was told to write. I drove my wife and friends crazy with this obsession, but now I have my 'labor or love', "Revolution! 200,000 BC; The Decision." Enjoy!