The best thing happened to me at the age of 23 — I almost died.

I went through the windscreen of a beige Fiat when it slammed into the side of a car driven by a joyrider with no licence, who was doing a u-turn.

My eyelids were ripped off.

When I woke to the blackness of bandaged eyes, my first thought was that I could not have woken up at all, I could easily have died — and that, had I died, I would be none the wiser!

I felt nothing, remembered nothing about the impact of flesh on metal and glass. There had been no light at the end of a tunnel, no purgatory. — nothing.

I remember lying there in intensive care thinking:

“If I had not woken up, I would be dead — and that would be it. I would have no idea…”

From that day on, I have lived every day as if it is a present and I know with certainty that when I do go, there is nothing to fear.

I hope this helps.