I could have died in March, and if I had, at least those 25 years would have been enough. I'm grateful for each day that I've survived the crash, but at least if I'd gone then, I would have done so without fear or regret. The greatest lesson I ever learned was to not be afraid of the end, because even the best books have their final chapters. I learned that the day I learned to read: all stories have their conclusions. And mine might have been short, but Hemingway could tell one in just six words.