Let\'s pretend that I was killed on that day, when I wasn\'t.
If she hadn\'t done this, if she hadn\'t spared my Life time after time in the 80-some years that we\'ve been together, I wouldn\'t have written this book that brings those strange times together, and suggests why we choose any lifetime in the f.
The day when my Guardian Angel managed to throw my F-86F half a second from becoming a fireball in the desert, up into a clear sky, way above what would have been the impact point.
Let\'s pretend that I was killed on that day, when I wasn\'t