As I write this Substack newsletter, these memories stay in the back of my mind, one about a near-death experience. Because this story still doesn’t feel real to me.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in Miami. The kind of day that feels light, carefree, and full of possibility. I was living there during my college years, between 18 and 22. My roommate and I decided to go to an event in an area called Liberty City. Nothing about that day felt unusual. Nothing warned me about what was coming.
That night, everything changed.
