The things I've been through, and I'm still here, amazes me. I've told people this story before and I've gotten responses that it was just a "coincidence" but come on... I was there. That was not a coincidence. After a night of drinking, my friend drove us home. She was sober but we didn't get much sleep and it was a thirty minute drive. I passed out in the passenger seat and I woke up when we were less than five minutes from our homes... I looked over at her and she had fallen asleep at the wheel and was starting to drive off the road. If I hadn't woken up, we would probably be dead. I took control of the wheel and had to wake her up. She obviously just fell asleep. To this day, that car ride gives me chills. And when I start to feel a little hopeless, I remember I am here for a reason and I'm not going to waste it. No matter how many times I have to wake up or get back up.