Some people think that dying is difficult, that it is painful, that after death comes something frightening and terrifying, but

I can say with definite certainty that death is not the most terrible thing I have ever suffered.

I was born in 1970, lived a troubled life, my father died when I was born, and my mother never overcame the trauma of his loss for cancer.

In 1975, when I was 5 years old, my mother died, and I went to live with some aunts in a region south of São Paulo

Already traumatized and sad at 12, I sank into drugs, with no hope for the future.

At sixteen, I had had many experiences with many things and I thought nothing could change me, that nothing would

give me hope. Until I met her, she was perfect, blonde, blue eyes, white skin, red lips and a bright smile, she was a

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helper in a shelter where I sometimes ate and treated me gently.

I will not say it was easy, but with her help, I treated myself, stopped drugs, got a job at age 18, and started dating. Finally, my life was following some course

2 years later, I turned 20, and we were married and happy. I had a fixed job, we had our house and we were happy until that day ...

On the fateful day in question was my 21st birthday, I was arriving early from my job with my newly purchased car. When I got home, I heard strange sounds; entering my room, I saw the thing that terrified me most of all: my wife was in our bed with John, our neighbor, and by then my best friend. They tried to explain themselves when they realized I was there, but I ignored it and fled.

I got in my car and got out at 100km / h, it was raining a lot that day, I quickly got on a highway, driving fast, I was aimless, desperate to get out of there, but I saw a white flash, a flash, and instantly knew that lightning had hit the road in front of me. I try to divert him and I end up flipping and falling down to a river.

In the river as the glass is breaking, forming a spider's web in the window of the car until the water pressure breaks it

Then the water enters the car, and I, trapped by the seatbelt, I'm drowning ... I feel the water entering my lungs, and then I understand that I'm going to die.

I give up resisting and I release the remaining air in my lungs, I see the bubbles rise through the water, and then the

dark and the cold. And it was at this moment, dear reader, that I died ...