Redneck Spirituality – Edmond E. Frank – Book 2

What would it to be like to meet the Angel of Death only to find out that what you were taught to believe about life, were mostly lies? And now there was no longer time to discover the truth. That’s what happened to me. Yes, me—a 45-year-old wrench turning macho redneck—a fender lizard extraordinaire. Of all the times I’d busted myself, cut myself—hell, I wouldn’t go see a doctor unless the bones were sticking out and blood was coming by the bucket-full. But this time I knew the injury would likely be fatal. Lying in that hospital waiting for death, I saw no sickle wielding “Grim Reaper”—no ghost—nothing like that. In fact, I didn’t “see” anything—tangible. But had no doubt . . . I was in the presence of the Angel of Death. I swore an oath that if given more time, I’d spend it learning the truth about life—especially, about MY life—a truth necessary for becoming someone I liked and respected enough to die peacefully. That was 25 years ago. Yes, I got my reprieve and honored my promise—learned a great deal about those truths. And my shit-storm of a life stopped stinking. I started truly living, giving instead of always taking. This is why I wrote this book— to pass some of what I’ve learned on to you. Some will accept what I have to give. Some won’t—why should they, do any of you out there have the Angel of Death breathing down your neck? It’s probably too much to accept when I tell you: YES—You do . . .