The man's condition worsened, and he knew that his time was running out. He called his family together, his parents and siblings, and told them how much he loved them.

"I'm proud of all of you," he said, his voice weak but full of emotion. "I know I won't be here for much longer, but I want you to promise me that you'll live your lives to the fullest. Don't waste a single moment."

His family nodded, tears streaming down their faces. They promised to honor his wishes, to live their lives with purpose and joy.

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The man smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he had lived a good life, and that he had no regrets.

As the sun set on his final day, the man closed his eyes, surrounded by his loved ones. He took one last breath, and then he was gone.

But the man's story didn't end there. He woke up in the hospital, back in his old body, with no memory of how he got there.

Confused and disoriented, he looked around the hospital room. The doctor and nurses were staring at him, shocked expressions on their faces.

"What...what happened?" the man stammered.

The doctor approached him, a mixture of amazement and curiosity on his face. "You've been in a coma for three months," he explained. "We thought you were going to die, but somehow you've made a miraculous recovery."

The man's mind reeled as he processed the doctor's words. Three months? A coma? What had happened during that time?