I am no saintnone of us arebut once you have been at deaths door and you dont die, you would think you would be bathed in relief and gratitude. But that isnt it at allinstead, you look at the difficult road ahead of you to get better and you are pissed. Something else happens, too. You are plagued by this nagging question: Why have I been spared?

Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing by Matthew Perry