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There haven’t been many days when I’ve wanted to die. Maybe zero.
I felt really bad for a long time after my marriage ended, and I sort of stopped caring. I figured being dead might hurt less.
A little boy and you guys gave me reasons to dust myself off and keep trying every day.
There aren’t many days when I actually thought that I was going to die, even though I’ve probably almost died a bunch of times.
Three of those times stand out above the rest. One was the first day of my life when the docs and nurses told my parents to expect the worst. I don’t remember this, of course, but I’ve heard the story so many times that it feels like I do. Another was a three-wheeler ATV accident when I was a teenager where a little safety bar sticking out from behind the seat probably saved me.
And the third happened last night while driving home from a concert with my 11-year-old in the passenger seat.
I assume I’m not the only one who feels this really…



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