My family was driving through an old country road in Kentucky, during winter back when I was very young. We were going up an icy hill, when a semi truck started sliding down our way, which would have killed us, but the truck was pushed up the hill and out of the way to a firm stop, by nothing. It just defied the laws of physics.

In 2003, I was playing golf with my cousin. I was standing a good distance away, when he began to swing his 9 iron, but for some reason he put too much force into the swing, hitting me in the head. I saw stars, everything became almost colourless, aside from the blood. I remember running into the house, in shock. My dad looked like he was about to die. I remember sitting on the porch with a rag to my head, asking if I was going to die. When I got to the hospital, I went to the bathroom to clean up some of the blood, and I remember looking into the gash, and seeing my skull. The doctor came in, stitched my skin internally, and externally. He said I was very luck, I could have been hit in the temple, and died, or hit in the eye, and went blind, or busted my skull causing brain damage. I don't consider that strange, but it was miraculous. I think about how fragile we all are. I also think about how friggin hard my head is.