The world is overall a beautiful place. The reason I was saved was not luck. When that is brought up my blood begins to boil. It’s not a quick, zero to a hundred immediate boil, but a slow heating like cold water set to simmer, then the heats inched up till it boils hours later. I am certain that God is responsible for, the sole reason I stand. If it wasn’t for Him I would be dead. I have not no memory but just next to of what life was like before my accident. People claiming to be friends have done way more, bad than good. You see what little I remember from before my accident isn’t necessarily good.