When I got out of the hospital, I fell into depression. It was hard to explain to anyone around me, but it was because of how beautiful it was on the other side. No one could understand why I kept saying I wanted to go back. I had left here—I dropped this body and returned home. Then I had to come back to this world, and it upset me deeply that I couldn’t stay where I had been. There simply are no words to describe the love I felt there. It’s a love that goes far beyond what human language can express. Everything there was about love. When I returned, I was different. I didn’t think like everybody else anymore. I knew that I was here for a reason now—to tell my story. That became my job. My name is Brian Jordan, and I’m from Slidell, Louisiana. My dad owned an 18-wheeler and mostly hauled gravel. As kids, my brother and I grew up helping him. By age 8 or 9, we were already changing tires. At 13, I was driving the truck, and by 15, I was out on the highway pulling 80,00...