On January 3, 2017, I drove to a small rural town in southeastern Pennsylvania.

I parked my car on the side of the road, a few feet away from a large, circular, metal water heater.

The heater was at the top of the wall, with a large circular hole in the middle of it.

A pair of two-inch-wide copper wires ran from the heater’s top to the bottom of the block.

At the base of the wire, a plastic, stainless steel hose ran from a hose clamped to the pole.

The hose was attached to a long metal rod, which was suspended from the ceiling.

I was seated at the center of the rod, facing the hole.

I noticed that the rod had an opening at its end.

When I looked down, I saw that the hole in its center was the hole where the water heater was located.

I wondered how the heater worked.

As I was thinking, I was surprised to see that I could hear water coming out of the hole at a constant rate.

I then noticed that I was being submerged.

My arms were hanging down by my sides.

The water coming from the hole was slowly moving around the rod and me.

I began to feel cold.

The sound of the water coming down the rod was incredibly loud.

As it moved through the rod’s opening, it became louder and louder.

My hands were shaking, and my knees began to shake.

I couldn’t keep my head up.

The sensation of being submerged felt like being in a bathtub.

At first, I thought I was going to die.

As my body temperature rose, my heart rate increased, and I began breathing heavily.

As the water began to boil, my breathing became slower.

At this point, I could barely stand.

I started to struggle to stand up, and began to realize that I had passed out.

I felt so cold that I thought that I would die of hypothermia.

I could no longer feel my legs.

I passed out on the floor.

The next thing I remember is hearing my wife yell, “You can’t go any farther!”

I was about to give up.

I woke up later that day, having spent the night in the bathroom.

The entire experience felt surreal.

I had been asleep, and then I woke to hear my wife yelling, “Come on!

Get up!”

My heart rate dropped.

My head was spinning.

The only thing I could think of to stand was to try to reach the hole with my hands.

I remember feeling cold and numb, but I also remembered that my hands were free.

I tried to reach inside the hole, but it was too cold.

My body froze.

I went into a complete trance, as if I was having a seizure.

The whole time I was frozen in a state of deep unconsciousness.

When my wife and I tried resuscitating me, I had the idea that I may have passed out due to hypothermic shock.

At that time, I still didn’t know why I had fallen into the water.

But my mind was filled with other things, including questions about why I was floating in the water, how my body felt, and what was going on in my body.

I did not know what to do or where to go.

At some point, my wife began to panic and called 911.

My wife told the dispatcher that I might have passed in the pool and that I should go to the emergency room.

I immediately felt anxious, but did not panic.

I asked if there was anyone I could contact for help.

I told the dispatch that I did have a family member that was worried about me.

She said that she could reach the emergency department but that she was not sure where to get help.

As she was saying this, I realized that she did not have a phone.

She called the police, who responded to my call.

The dispatcher asked if I wanted to go to a hospital.

I said I would prefer not to, as I did want to stay at home.

As soon as the dispatcher informed me that I needed to go, I immediately thought of my wife, who was holding my hand.

She asked me to be quiet so that the police could get to the scene.

When they arrived at my house, they found my wife standing in the doorway with a towel covering her face.

She was crying.

She told the officers that she had passed in a pool and had lost consciousness.

I also told the police that I wanted them to contact a medical expert.

As we drove away, I asked her, “What is happening?”

She said, “I have no idea what’s going on.”

I continued to ask her questions, but she did so with difficulty.

She explained to the officers and the dispatcher what was happening.

When she was done, I told her, in a calm voice, that I felt dizzy and faint.

She responded that I didn’t feel like I could speak.

She then told the officer, “Just leave her alone. She