I got lucky? I survived two near-fatal accidents. I nearly drowned a couple of times. I’ve endured decades of severe depression. I have no idea how I’m still alive; yet here I am. I feel like Lieutenant Dan in the movie Forrest Gump, saved from certain death only to be left crippled and without a leg to stand on. Eventually, he got lucky. The combination of a friend, a boat, and a raging storm restored his ability to feel alive again, to be alive again. I’ve had a series of friendships. I’ve gone through many raging storms. There have even been several boats in my life, and I’m not a boat person. I get seasick much too easily. And yet, I do believe there will come a time when I am able to look God square in the face and say with all sincerity, “Thank you for saving my life.” I don’t know when, and I don’t know how, but I have to believe I will be grateful to be alive someday. And when that day comes, I’ll be ready. I’ll walk across the grass with new strength in my stride due to a modern-day miracle, and I’ll possess a new ability to love, laugh, and enjoy my life.