My Dad had so many close call with me that he bet me in sheer frustration as a teen I would not make it to 21. At age 50 I still have shockingly close calls that remind me of my mortality and to be glad to be alive. Three this week! Car failing to give way but I stopped in time, tree branch fell within meters of where I was and an electrical failure would have got me if I had not tested first. I have wondered if I take notice of such things more because of those teen years or if I genuinely have more close calls. Either way I am glad for every day with the family.