What happened next is a very long and nightmarish story, with details that I still have no great appetite to retell. But the short summary is that my head went through the windshield of the car, and I spent the next nine hours fighting for my life instead of sitting on a 747 on my way back home. And over the course of those hours, a lot of things became crystal clear to me. Things like how precious and uncertain life is, and how important it is to try to make each day a quality experience, doing something you love, surrounded by people you love, because there are no guarantees about how long any of it will last. Or how unimportant items like money and "stuff" are compared to the priceless gifts of time, experience, people, sunrises, laughter, love and life.