This Tea Changes Color Like a Mood Ring
This is it. I'm about to die.
I waited for the white light. For the feeling of my soul lifting or a hand reaching out.
The bullet had landed in a place the surgeons nicknamed the "Soul Hole."
Nurses on either side of me began shouting, restraining my hands.
Most people who catch a bullet there don't survive.
I was hyper-paranoid, terrified that someone would break out a gun.
It's been the most important experience of my life.