10 Years Later: 07/23/2022 12:24 PM
While he was doing CPR on me, Jeff called 911, and eight minutes after he started doing CPR, the paramedics knocked on the door to my hotel room, and after Jeff opened the door, they rushed into the room and started tending to me. Jeff told me that they managed to bring me back from the dead. They shocked my heart several times with a defibrillator. He also told me that he told them that I had overdosed on Vicodin. I remember writing a letter to John and I also remember taking the pills and lying down on the bed; but I don't remember being brought back from the dead. After they loaded me onto the gurney, they exited the room and started running down the hall way. Jeff told me that there weren't any Superstars in the halls when the paramedics were tending to me. He told me that most of them were in the hotel gym working out, or at autograph signings. Jeff also told me that after the paramedics loaded me onto the gurney, he ran to John's room and knocked on the door, and when John answered, he told him everything, and after John grabbed Amanda, the two of them started running towards the elevators.
The only thing I remember from that day is taking the pills and waking up in the hospital. John was sleeping in a chair next to the bed, and as soon as I saw him, I started crying. I guess John heard me crying, because he woke up, stood up, and hugged the hell out of me. After a couple of minutes of hugging, John pulled away from me and kissed me on the lips. I told him I was sorry, and he told me that he was sorry for leaving me when I needed him the most. He pressed the call button and a few seconds later, a nurse walked into the room and started tending to me. She told me that I was a lucky man, and I remember thinking that she was right. I was a lucky man. If it wasn't for Jeff, I would be dead. Jeff saved my life that day.
After I got out of the hospital, I checked my self into a mental health facility. John was the one that told me to do it. He told me that I needed help. He was right, I did need help. The facilities doctors put me on three different antidepressants and a sleeping pill. After a month, the pills started to work, and the thoughts of trying to kill myself again, went away. After checking out of the facility, I went home. Our beautiful baby boys were born on 10/31/2012. We named them Adam and Jay. They'll be ten in October, and Amanda will be eleven next January. Our babies are growing up. I never wrestled again after almost killing myself. Truth be told, I was thinking about retiring almost a year before I tried to kill myself. Anyways, John started wrestling again a couple of months after he gave birth to Adam and Jay. He retired five years ago. John's my rock. I love him to death.