Who is Harmen Pistoor? The Man Who Cheated Death... Twice!

Harmen Pistoor was a man who had a knack for getting into trouble. But he also had a knack for getting out of it. Just ask the Grim Reaper, who Harmen Pistoor managed to cheat twice.
It all started when Harmen Pistoor was a young boy. He was playing in the woods when he fell into a ravine. He landed on a rock and broke his leg. Harmen Pistoor was sure that he was going to die. But then, he heard a voice.
"Don't worry," the voice said. "I'll help you." Harmen Pistoor looked up and saw a man standing in front of him. The man was dressed in a black robe and had a scythe in his hand.
"Who are you?" Harmen Pistoor asked.
"I'm the Grim Reaper," the man said. "And I'm here to take you to the afterlife." Harmen Pistoor was terrified. He didn't want to die.
"Please," Harmen Pistoor said. "Don't take me. I'm too young." The Grim Reaper sighed.
"I know," the Grim Reaper said. "But it's my job. I have to take everyone eventually." Harmen Pistoor started to cry. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live. But he knew that he couldn't change the Grim Reaper's mind.
"Okay," Harmen Pistoor said. "I'm ready." The Grim Reaper smiled.
"That's a good boy," the Grim Reaper said. "Now, let's go." The Grim Reaper took Harmen Pistoor's hand and led him towards the afterlife.
But as they were walking, Harmen Pistoor tripped and fell. The Grim Reaper stopped and looked at Harmen Pistoor.
"What's wrong?" the Grim Reaper asked.
"I think I broke my other leg," Harmen Pistoor said. The Grim Reaper sighed.
"That's not good," the Grim Reaper said. "Now I'm going to have to carry you." The Grim Reaper picked up Harmen Pistoor and carried him the rest of the way to the afterlife.
When they got there, the Grim Reaper knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and a woman appeared.
"Hello," the woman said. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm here to deliver a soul," the Grim Reaper said. "His name is Harmen Pistoor." The woman smiled.
"Welcome, Harmen Pistoor," the woman said. "We've been expecting you." Harmen Pistoor looked around. The afterlife was a beautiful place. There were trees and flowers everywhere. And the people were all happy.
"This is nice," Harmen Pistoor said.
"I'm glad you like it," the woman said. "You're going to be very happy here." Harmen Pistoor spent the rest of his days in the afterlife. He made many friends and had many adventures. He lived a long and happy life.
But even in the afterlife, Harmen Pistoor couldn't escape his bad luck. One day, he was walking through the forest when he fell into a hole. He landed on a rock and broke his leg. Again.
"This is ridiculous," Harmen Pistoor said. "I'm in the afterlife and I'm still breaking my legs." Harmen Pistoor tried to get out of the hole, but he couldn't. He was stuck.
"Help!" Harmen Pistoor shouted. "Somebody help me!" Harmen Pistoor waited for someone to come and help him. But no one came.
"Oh well," Harmen Pistoor said. "I guess I'm going to die here." Harmen Pistoor closed his eyes and waited for the end.
But then, he heard a voice.
"Don't worry," the voice said. "I'll help you." Harmen Pistoor looked up and saw the Grim Reaper standing in front of him.
"You again?" Harmen Pistoor said.
"Yes," the Grim Reaper said. "It's me. I'm here to take you to the afterlife." Harmen Pistoor sighed.
"I don't want to go," Harmen Pistoor said.
"I know," the Grim Reaper said. "But it's my job. I have to take everyone eventually." Harmen Pistoor started to cry.
"Please," Harmen Pistoor said. "Don't take me. I'm too young." The Grim Reaper smiled.
"That's what you said last time," the Grim Reaper said. "And you were right. You were too young. But now, you're not. You've lived a long and happy life. It's time for you to move on." Harmen Pistoor nodded.
"Okay," Harmen Pistoor said. "I'm ready." The Grim Reaper smiled.
"That's a good boy," the Grim Reaper said. "Now, let's go." The Grim Reaper took Harmen Pistoor's hand and led him towards the afterlife.
As they walked, Harmen Pistoor looked around. He realized that he didn't want to die. He wanted to live. He wanted to go back to the afterlife and continue his adventures.
"Wait," Harmen Pistoor said. "I don't want to go." The Grim Reaper stopped and looked at Harmen Pistoor.
"What's wrong?" the Grim Reaper asked.
"I changed my mind," Harmen Pistoor said. "I don't want to die. I want to live." The Grim Reaper sighed.
"I'm sorry," the Grim Reaper said. "But it's too late. You're already dead." Harmen Pistoor was about to argue, but then he realized that the Grim Reaper was right.
Harmen Pistoor was dead. But he didn't want to die. He wanted to live. So he decided to do something about it.
Harmen Pistoor closed his eyes and concentrated. He thought about all the good times he'd had in the afterlife. He thought about his friends and his adventures. He thought about all the things he still wanted to do.
And then, Harmen Pistoor opened his eyes. He was standing in the middle of the forest. He was alive. Harmen Pistoor had cheated death... again.
Harmen Pistoor looked around. He couldn't believe that he was alive. He had died, and then he had come back to life. It was a miracle.
Harmen Pistoor decided to make the most of his second chance. He went back to the afterlife and continued his adventures. He lived a long and happy life. And he never forgot the day that he cheated death... twice.