Mt. Washington, New Hampshire
It was truly a "dark and stormy night," perhaps the darkest and stormiest of my life, for I came to within five key minutes of death... my death... because my rescuers were about to give up
As a physician and pathologist, I had developed a close professional relationship with "death and dying..". but not with my dying... certainly not with my death
During the long night, as I lay waiting for rescue in "whiteout" conditions, with wind gusts to 98 miles per hour, and then waiting for my Death, I had abundant time to think about living, to think...