Accepted Death

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Story type: OBE
Location: tennessee
Source: Form Submission

Growing up I've always known what the future held. For as long as I can remember, I've known I would die young in a car accident.

I was very depressed last summer after the death of a guy I'd known most of my life. I left my house one morning to go shopping with some friends, when I left I kissed my father good-bye and I think, even then, we both knew I wasn't coming home.

For the first time in weeks I was truly happy. I was acting like my old self. I ended up falling that night and hitting my head, I found out later that I had a concusion. A friend who wasn't suppose to be there, just happened to stop by to see another friend. I knew I wasn't alright, but I wasn't willing to admit it to my friends. So I tried relentlessly to convince them that I was capable of driving home. My friend basically fought me for my keys. If he hadn't been there that night, I would have convinced the others to let me drive home. I would have wrecked that night and died.

For the first time in my life, I know I'm not going to die in a car accident. I believe once again, that I've been granted the knowledge of how I will die. Although in some cases this 'precognition' would be viewed as a blessing, always knowing what the future holds can be draining. By my friend driving me home, my destiny was changed. I was granted more time and a chance for happiness.