When I joined up to being part of a support group, I never thought that it would become something I hated.
I felt that, with each passing day, the support group was just about accepting you are going to die, rather than allowing the hope of survival to grow.
With each passing day, I was dying more
With each passing day, I felt more alive
The fact is, I took life for granted and it isn't something I planned on doing.
We all hear these people, suffering from the shock of a near-death experience and coming back, really telling us of how much our life means but it just passes us by.
Empathy is but a means of making us feel like we are human, ins
