I decided not to call this "Life after Death".. because the way I see it, there is no death. There is only the next stage of life. I am going to tell a very personal story here. Some folks in Phoenix know some of these details. I think there are only two people in this dimension- Debra Martin and Scott Davis (that's me)- who know the whole story.

We go back three years, to a day I was working for KTVK-TV in Phoenix. A day that is tattooed upon my memory. A day of tragedy that thousands can never forget. Read on:

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Helicopter Crash - moment of impact

Debra Martin was confused. "There's another man standing here," she said. She'd been speaking with the Wilson family about a recently deceased aunt. In fact my photographer James Apalategui and I were doing an interview with them about the possibility that the aunt was murdered.

"He didn't belong there," Debra told me later about the new man she saw, "and it threw me because I couldn't figure out why he just suddenly approached".The rest of us didn't see him approach. The rest of us didn't see him at all. And now I know why.

It was July 27th (2007) at 12:47pm. I know the exact time because James' cell phone began to ring. He silenced it.

Debra continued to talk about the strange man who just showed up. See, she's a medium.She says she communicates with the dead. Marita Wilson, her son Dennis and her mother were there hoping to connect with the aunt's spirit. They believe associates took her life intending to swindle money and property from the family.

If you believe in what mediums do, then you will have no trouble believing that Marita's aunt did indeed speak from the Other Side.Debra gave very specific information about the family. A new haircut with bangs, the color purple, an heirloom necklace with a cross on it, a special bed quilt and the frequent appearance of dragonflies. Marita and her son agreed all of these symbols held significance for the family.

Through Debra, Marita asked her deceased aunt Alicia if the family should pursue justice in the death and push for arrests and trial. Debra says that's when the male spirit appeared in the room. With no other explanation at hand, Debra made the assumption that the stranger was there to symbolize new associates at the trial. She suggested that Marita and her son pray for guidance and help if the case goes that far. "I was fumbling for an answer," Debra says now. "I didn't know what to say. I could tell it was a man, and I could tell it was not related to them." Marita and her family are Hispanic. The unknown man was White.

James' phone rang again. He silenced it. It rang again. He left his camera recording and took the phone outside. Then my phone rang. It was the station calling. I left my camera rolling and also went outside. As I hit the door, James burst back in. "We're done," he said. "We've gotta go. Bruce- no, Scott Bowerbank and Jim Cox just crashed."

There were gasps all around and Debra turned on the television. Patti Kirkpatrick was anchoring through her tears as information was still coming in. She wasn't giving names but we knew. We knew.

James and I packed up the lights, cameras and tapes and said hasty good-byes with a promise to follow up in the coming days. Debra walked us to the door and told me she was sure the unexplained man who appeared during the reading was there for us, not the Wilsons. "He's here with us. I'm afraid he's passed." She struggled for words. "And the person keeps saying, 'Shit', over and over... like... just 'shit.'"

We left Debra's house and headed straight for the crash scene in Central Phoenix. I considered her words the entire way. I considered what happened. I considered possible answers. And I made up my mind. I needed to call Debra for more. But that would have to wait another day. James and I stayed at the crash site the rest of the day, and like everyone else- we worked despite our shock and sorrow. We had a job to do. A job to bring viewers information; a job to honor our fallen friends: Jim Cox, Scott Bowerbank, Rick Krolak and Craig Smith. I think they were watching us.And I think they still are.