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.
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It’s hard to remember what you were like when you were a little kid. You can recall odd moments or snapshots in time, but not much, really. I believe I was a perceptive, sensitive and sometimes fearful little kid. I think I was always afraid of water. Perhaps that is why, at five years old, I hadn’t yet learned to swim. It didn’t stop me from getting into the shallow end of the pool, however.
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