Recently, I have been feeling extremely depressed and suicidal. Today, I had time to reflect on my life and remembered at least 4 different occasions I could have died. 1st was when I was 16. I almost drowned in pool and had help not arrived within 3 minute or so, I would have died. 2nd happened when I was riding bicycle. I was riding bicylce and didn't realizie car coming from sideways. It was another frightening experience. 3rd was when I was hospitalized for illness. Fortunately, it was treatble illness and I managed to survive. 4th was when I attempted suicide this past May. At the time, I had reached beyond my limit, truly felt sucide is the only way to go and attempted suicide. However, it failed for some reason. I am 24 now and suffering mightily from severe depression and an addiction. I wonder, why I didn't die in one of those occasions. If one of the 4 occasions came to the fruition, I wouldn't even be here, feeling miserable, sad, depressed, tired of living yet another painful day. Yet, I read about young people who had great life going die in car crash on newspaper. It seems ironic life has to happen that way. I am fed up with my unendurable life and want to die but I keep managing to survive. Yet people with happy, enjoyable life end up dead tragically. Life is truly remarkable and mysterious as this illustrates. I would like to hear ur insights. Do you believe everyone has a time designated by Heaven to live certain amount of time and die certain day? Do you think it is a luck of a draw how long, happy, healthy people live?