Daniel Von Fange

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Knocking at Death's Door

John, my brother, got very, very ill two days ago. In fact he was just a few hours away from dieing. After being on the winning vollyball team the evening we left Gibralter, that night he began vomiting, etc. In the morning he began vomiting blood, his arms turned white, eyebrows puple, could not open his eyes, and was going fast. The ship’s doctor gave him a huge IV to rehydrate him, a few shots just for grins, and then after 24 hours of sleeping, John is up and about again. Some kind of virus we think…