When I was 14, I had a terrible car accident... I was riding my bicycle and a drunk driver going with 110 km\h lost control in a right turn and plowed into me at full speed. Woke up in hospital from coma, after 3 days I went in clinic death because my body couldnt resist the injuries (both legs were broken like you see in kickbox fights, with one broken bone poking out through the skin, serious spine injury that almost had my spine broken and half paralyzed, almost lost 1 eye, my skull had so many cracks in the back side that I literatelly had a hole in my head, hole from which I lost 1 liter of blood, left elbow broken, broken liver, and many many other serious injuries and broken bones.... I was really done for, and doctors didnt give me any chances of surviving) I was in hospital for months, couldnt walk for more than half an year, and after I recovered from many surgeries I had my casts removed from both of my legs, my muscles from my legs were so atrophied I couldnt walk on my own legs... and I remember my dad carrying me around just like that outside because he couldn't afford a wheelchair for me, so I could feel the rain/ the snow, see the sun, see the nature... even thought we didn't had the best financial condition, he always loved and cared about me so much and tried to give me a better childhood than he had (he lived a big part of his childhood in orphanages) . Love you dad!

#5 Thanks sux!