My first brush with death was a very close call at the age of five. My second came about ten years later due to a little bit of absent mindedness on my part and a ton of careless stupidity of another. I write about these moments because in retrospect, there are things I’ve learned from painful experiences. And transcending those experiences is a big part of being successful in life. Shit happens. You work through it and move on—or it will define you.