actor matthew perry's near death experience
Matthew Perry: "Oh..., my... God! It's real. It's real. Heaven is real. Eternal life is real. God is real. And he's, like, totally accepting and forgiving."
God: "Oh no. Not him."
the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet
Matthew Perry: "Oh..., my... God! It's real. It's real. Heaven is real. Eternal life is real. God is real. And he's, like, totally accepting and forgiving."
God: "Oh no. Not him."
I have just read an article on the Fox News website.
The reason I read the article is because it was headlined thusly:
"MATTHEW PERRY REVEALS DARK SIDE OF ADDICTION JOURNEY, OPENS UP ABOUT NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE IN NEW MEMOIR"
The reason such a headline on a Fox News website would cause me to read such an article is because the phrase "near death experience," in common parlance has come to mean a claim by the participant to have experienced something supernatural while in danger of dying and I thought it would be rum to see what a Hollywood celebrity might have encountered with regard to such things.
The Matthew Perry article had no mention of the supernatural beyond the very famous and accomplished actor Matthew Perry claiming that being on a ventilator machine was a Hail Mary play.
Fox was using the phrase "near death experience," merely to indicate the actor claims he nearly died and to lure gulpens like me into reading it.
I read the whole article copiously waiting for some reference to an encounter with the Deity.
Then I read it again just to check.
No it was the same anodyne drugs and booze rubbish with the classic cliche claim beloved of rich celebrities that his addiction issues arose after a jet ski accident when he became addicted to pain killers.
The article was insufferable tripe.
No special guest appearance by the Almighty.
Just maunderings about nearly dying from a life of excess.
I myself could become addicted to pain killers after readiug it.
I feel cheated.
Someone had told me Sheila Fennessy was expected to live no more than a day or two.
So I was a bit surprised to see her getting out of a rather stylish new car on Kilcullen Main Street.
She looked limber and enthusiastic.
I gaped a bit.
A woman of mature years, throughout her life she's had loads of operations for various condidtions including a hip problem that dates from a childhood injury.
Recently or so I was told, she'd lost the will to live after a bad fall undid whatever had been attempted in the latest operation.
On Main Street she explained to me her recovery.
"I was lying in bed in the hospital. An Indian doctor came to the bedside and told me that if I didn't eat I'd die. I told him that if I ate I'd simply vomit on him. He asked what I'd eat if I was at home. I said Granola. He said: 'If I get you some Granola will you eat it?' and I sort of groaned. About twenty minutes later my mobile phone rang. It was him. He was in the supermarket. He said there were three types of Granola to pick from and sent me pictures of them on the phone. I picked one. Then he came back to the hospital and fed me in bed. After that I just got better and better."