Near Misses: Dominic Not Your Average Guy!

By Dominic Bulone Jr.

Near Misses is intended to help educate readers about situations like those that happened in my lifetime. This book is about my life and the near-death experiences I’ve experienced in my lifetime over many years. Hopefully, it will also help you understand some of the situations and, specifically, what to do if you ever find yourself facing something similar. This might even help you prevent them from ever occurring.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798823010436

Dominic Bulone Jr.

Dominic Angelo Bulone Jr., aka “Donnie” was born on January 30, 1965, in Cleveland, Ohio, the child of Dominic Angelo Sr. and Elenore Bulone. He grew up in Ravenna, Ohio. Donnie played sports in school like boxing, football, and basketball. He enjoyed the drama club. Donnie also worked from the time he was eight years old. As a paperboy, he made $2 to $3 dollars a week. Then later he’d make $2.75 to $3 an hour at East Park Restaurant, Carousel Dinner Theatre, and Tinker Box. He also worked at Jim’s Gym. Donnie graduated from high school in 1984. Then his parents moved to Garrettsville, Ohio, in 1985. He joined the army six months later and stayed at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. He met his beautiful wife, Stephanie Ann Godby, during his time in the army. Because her hometown was St. Roberts, Missouri, he stayed in the Pulaski County area. He went on to pursue an associate’s and then a bachelor’s degree from Drury University. Donnie and Stephanie have been married from 1989 to the present. They have four daughters—Rachel, Nicole, Melanie, and Samantha. Donnie retired from the Army National Guard after serving from 1985 to 2006. He worked in law enforcement for the Department of Corrections and the Pulaski County Sheriff’s Department from 1996 to 2012. Dominic and Stephanie are co-owners of D&S Rentals and their own taxicab. Dominic has been a lifetime member of the Disabled American Veterans (2013 to present), the Veterans of Foreign Wars (2007 to present), and the National Rifle Association (2014 to present). Also, he is a born-again Christian (Protestantism).

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/15/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-1044-3 (sc)

ISBN: 979-8-8230-1043-6 (e)

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Conclusion

INTRODUCTION

Near Misses is intended to help educate readers about situations like those that happened in my lifetime. This book is about my life and the near-death experiences I’ve experienced in my lifetime over many years. Hopefully, it will also help you understand some of the situations and, specifically, what to do if you ever find yourself facing something similar. This might even help you prevent them from ever occurring.

Often, people tell themselves, That will not happen to me. But will it? More times than not, something happens to you.

I have become stronger mentally than you could ever imagine as a result of the near-death experiences. They have changed my life forever.

I also want to show people the truth about my life’s journey. What happens when you face danger head-on—like face-to-face with it? You want to run away, right? Or will you fight back and not let it destroy you? This book can help every person. You can control your own mind. Do not work for your mind; let your mind work for you.

Remember my five family values:

1. Treat people with respect.

2. Do the right thing.

3. Face your fears.

4. Honor your family values.

5. Be loyal to God, family, and country.

CHAPTER 1

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T HE YEAR WAS 1966. IT was a nice, cool day in December. The temperature was about fifty-four degrees Fahrenheit. It was the middle of the week in Fort Rucker, Alabama. I was two years old. I loved to play with my toys at that age. All my toys were in the living room at the time. My mother and Uncle Herman were also in the living room watching the TV.

My mother had to leave the living room to take care of my little brother, Tony. Uncle Herman had to use the bathroom. Just a few minutes had gone by. Meanwhile, I was playing in the living room with my toys. I got bored, like most kids do from time to time.

I was able to crawl and pulled myself up, enabling me to walk down the hallway. At that age, I could only walk a little bit before I would fall and have to start the process all over again. So, while my mother was changing Tony’s diaper in the bedroom, I pulled myself up once more and made my way farther along the wall. Then, suddenly, having come to a doorway along the hallway, instead of it supporting me, I pushed the door open and fell down a flight of stairs. I was hitting each step one by one, picking up more and more speed. My little body took a hell of a pounding. All I could do was yell out, in hopes that my mother or Uncle Herman could hear me.

My mother did hear me. She had just gotten my brother taken care of and put down for a nap. Then I heard a loud voice call out, Donnie, where are you, my son?

Fear had set in. You could see both the pain and anger on my mother’s face. It was that old door again.

The old door was not the problem. It was the latch on the door that was the problem and not the door itself. The latch was broken. When I put both of my hands on the door, I fell out the door and down the steps, tumbling like a ball being kicked over and over.

I was not quite old enough to understand what had happened. So, when I hit the bottom of the steps, I just started to cry loudly. And then my cries grew even louder so I could summon my mom to come help me. Maybe she could take away some of my pain with her love and understanding of what had happened.

Mom ran down the wooden steps and got to me as soon as she could. It was only a few moments until Mom came to my rescue. But at the same time, it felt like an hour or at least half an hour passed with me lying there.

Mom was gentle picking me up, and I let out a bad scream. Mom said, Donnie, where do you hurt?

I said, I hurt! I hurt!

Mom said, Son, you are going to see the doctor.

I hated to go to the doctor’s office then, and I still do now. A doctor’s visit usually meant shots, stitches, medicine, or something like a blood test. You get it?

Dad was coming up the stairs. He asked Mom, What is all the commotion going on around here?

Donnie fell down the steps, Mom explained. We need to take him to the hospital.

Get Tony, and let’s go, Dad replied.

When we got to Fort Rucker Memorial Hospital. Dad took me in, and Mom stayed with Tony. After some X-rays and doctors moving me around to fit me with a neck and