Pretending to be dead.

I thought I was going to be killed. I was fighting for my life. I didn’t know if faking my death would have worked or not, but it was going to give me a little time to think about either A. what I was going to do to save my life or B. make piece with my God. I didn’t have a God back then. One that I could I see anyway. So it was to be fight or die. Right then and there. 117