Saved by a future me

I was born in Crookston, Minnesota, in July 1950 after a long, drawn-out labor, leaving me black and blue from head to foot. I was to have problems with a neck with short muscles on one side and a bad case of asthma. I remember fighting for breath as a child many times. As a result of near-death experiences as a child, I harbor no fear of death. I remember how painful it was to take a last breath, and the peace that comes after giving up life.

Fortunately, there was always someone there to bring me back, except for one time, when my mother had been up for days taking care of me. Finally, she reached the end of her endurance and left me with my father. He did not want to believe his son could be so sick and weak. I remember gasping for air and him not coming to help. As I took my last breath, I felt a presence other than my father and knew that another me had come from the future to save me. My older self-made my father suck the phlegm from my lungs to get my breathing again.  Years later I was with him during the birth of a calf in our barn. He placed the calfs nose in his mouth and sucked the phlegm from the calfs lungs to get it breathing just like he had for me. The next morning my father made my mother take me to a doctor, something we just never did; we were poor farmers.