I recently was in a terrible accident. An explosion embedded shrapnel in my face, neck, chest and arms. I was bleeding profusely and had enough holes in me to look like swiss cheese. I was rescued by my co-workers who promptly called an ambulance and kept me from bleeding out. I was conscious the whole time and while it was incredibly painful with blood squirting outta my neck and holes clear through my cheeks.... I wasn't scared. I had always been depressed and suicidal but i always thought i would be scared of death. Turns out i really wasn't. I just looked at the blood pooling into my hands and around my feet and thought "finally... the end". The physical pain... didn't bother me. How far gone am I? I've been hurting so badly for so long that getting my face blown off didn't phase me. If i ever get close to death like that again, i won't save myself. My co-workers got to me this time. I hope the next time they're not around or i suffer from something that they can't save me from. I'm not scared.