When I was 13, someone asked me what I want to do in the future. I told them I wanted to be alive. They laughed, but I wasn't kidding. I had just gotten over a brain tumor a few months before that. I knew life would throw something else at me at some point, and knew I would end up in the hospital again. I had no idea when this would happen, but knew that it would.
I am 40 years old now. In that time I have been hit by a car, while trying to cross the street in Springfield, plus have had two seizures. So if I am ever asked the above question again. My answer shall remain the same. Because I know life will hit me again
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