I have almost died three times in my life. Once when I was about 2. My family and I were at my aunt Nancy's house. My brother and I were playing in the pool. Well, I got out and my brother took the floating chair I was sitting in. I had already taken off my life jacket, and my brother was in the middle of the deep end. I just ran and jumped into the pool. My mom, aunt, and brother, all, stood there shocked as I jumped out close to the middle, where my brother was. They just stood there, with their mouthes wide open, as I came up and start doggy paddling my way back out of the pool. That is how they saw it, but I don't remember that. I remember jumping out going under and grabbing the ladder as I sank and climbing back out. It is weird how three people seeing something, yet I saw something different. The 2nd time I was about 8. I just had gotten my tonsils removen and the doctor forgot to shut off the right bleeder valve in my throat. So I was slowly bleeding to death. About 2 or 3 days went by. Then out of nowhere I started puking up blood. A lot of it. It had all built up in my stomach. I knew something was wrong with me, because I wasn't at all hungry those days. Well, at one point, I was sitting in class, 3rd grade, and I felt sick. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I was puking, and puking and just couldn't stop. About ten minutes went by, and the teacher came in. I finally stopped after about 15 mins. of puking. My mom took me to the hospital. We were there about an hour, and they said nothing seemed to be wrong, and were about to send me home. Out of nowhere, I grabbed the little bucket thing they wanted me to use, and started puking again. Then the doctors discovered what was wrong. If I would have went another couple of days in that state, I would have died. I was slowly bleeding to death internally. The third time was the day after Thanksgiving of 2000. My friends and I decided to party hardy for that Friday. Well, I chugged my stuff and then other people's and more of mine, and did that a lot. Well, they said I was pale as a ghost for about an hour and a half. They told me the next day, that I looked dead. Well, I discovered after that, that if I had fallen asleep, I could have died from alcohol poisoning. I said I wouldn't party for a while after that happened. Needless to say I am still partying. Maybe I am hoping to die. Maybe I am just wishing next time God will finally take me. I don't like life, and never have. My great grandpa on my mom's side killed himself. He hung himself in his barn. There actually have been a lot more suicides in my family. I can see why too. I mean when my Uncle Pete died, I had no one to talk to about it. My dad passed on one his traits of keeping stuff in to me. I am starting to keep a lot back now. I am have been doing it for a little while. It seems like I can't trust anybody. Maybe a few, but I can't say who those are, because if you weren't one of the ones I trust then you would be mad at me. Well, that is all I have to say on that subject. Actually, I am starting to open more and more, for I have realized life is precious, and not as bad as we think. I have realized God wants us to act as a team in life. I want to be a friend to all, which means I have to open up in order to help someone else out. I put everyone in front of me. I would gladly give up my happiness, and even my life, if it will make others happy. I realize that giving up my life wouldn't make people happy, but if it ever did come to be that way, then I would do it.