An article I wrote for the newsletter.

December 9th, 1994: a day like any other that winter except that I died. After taking a bus to work, I got off and crossed the road. Unfortunately I never made it, as I was hit by a car dislocating my shoulder and mangling my knee causing pain that would be with me forever. As the car braked I bounced off, span in the air and smashed my head into the bus (not deliberately). I fell to the ground, not having much choice in the matter. Within ten minutes an ambulance arrived, but it was determined I was too badly injured to survive a road trip; London’s air ambulance, HEMS, was called to me and within the Golden Hour I was back at hospital where I died. No, this is not being written by a ghost, but when one’s heart stops beating I call that death and mine did twice!

Thankfully, due to the wonders of modern medicine and a great deal of strength, determination and a sprinkling of stubbornness I survived. It was five months before I was let back into the world and in that time I had started to write a diary that would eventually become an autobiography. Called Flight of a Lifetime it is an emotional, heart-warming and sometimes amusing story about my life, my death and my resurrection. An amazing read it will inspire you and make the world seem like a nicer place. You will laugh, you will cry, but by the end you will smile and feel better about yourself.