I’ve been on a plane that got hit by lightning and in a car that almost toppled over while jumping lanes, not to mention so many other near-death experiences that I should have expired more times than Jermaine Jackson’s career.
But I’m here, I’m still here.
In fact, all I’m suffering from right now is survivor’s guilt, and the doctors say I’ll definitely get over it.
But how about you, oh merry band of survivors? When you were so up-close with the reaper that you actually started feeling some religion?