When Donnie first died I was always busy because I didn't want to deal with it. I was scared of sitting home all the time and getting into a rut. I had this strong sense that I couldn't take a day, not even a moment, for granted because it could be my last. I took the course and got my motorcycle license and although I still don't have a bike I loved the alive feeling getting the license gave me. So, when you're deciding whether or not to take a risk ask yourself two questions: What is the worse thing that could realistically happen If you fail? and If the worse happened, could you live with it? I'd hate to die knowing that I went to battle against the unknown and surrendered without a fight. Life is to be lived with all its imperfections. What I do know now that I didn't know before, is that if I fall flat on my face, I can and will get back up again.