PREFACE

In the tense of my life, I was mangled; I was ripped apart and stitched back together again.

“Do you know your name?” The doctor asked me.

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.”

“You are in the hospital; you were involved in a serious auto accident yesterday. The bones in your left leg are completely shattered, your right knee is badly torn and your right shoulder is crushed, and you have massive head and hip injuries.” This was on April 14, 2006, one day before I was about to leave for Iraq again to serve for a third year.

“Mr. Farage; what do you remember last?”

’I remember the pedestrian green light, but nothing after that.’’

“Can you wiggle your toes?”

“And your fingers?”

“Good.”

The next day, a police officer came in to visit me. She said:

“I am the police officer who wrote the police report. I was in the gas station across the street at the time of the accident. I heard a loud bang, when I turned around I saw someone flying through the air. It was you.”

The police report said I landed 58 feet away and that the truck driver ran the red light and accelerated through the intersection. Other witnesses said that the lower part of my left leg was almost severed, and my left foot was sitting next to my knee. I asked,

“Was I conscious?”

“Yes you were; you were talking.”

Thank you God, I have no memory of that.

Oh-------well those Jinns are back in full play again-------