I’d like you to imagine for a minute that you’re behind the wheel of your car. You’re listening to your favourite song on the radio, and you’re in lost in the words of the song. The droning hum of the tyres on the road is slowly lulling you into a sort of trance, as if you’d been put on “autopilot.”
Suddenly, you’re jerked out of your trance by a blaring horn. You look up just in time to catch a glimpse of a truck careening toward you, just meters from your window.
And then, nothing.
When you open your eyes, you notice the antiseptic smell of the hospital room. Barely able to move, you squint to see the faces hovering over you.
“You were clinically dead for several minutes,” one of the faces tells you. “You’re lucky the medics were able to resuscitate you.”
You feel quite lucky indeed. But when you try to reach out to those faces with your right hand… you realize that your arm isn’t there anymore.