I wuzznt born intellijunt. Sorry, intelligent. Having said that, I look back on the times in my life when I came close to dying due to some stupid act on my part, or by way of some simple accident (hydraulic line bursting and spraying me with fluid while working as a truck driver), and I wonder what saved me. Was it God’s hand, or was it “a simple twist of fate,” as Bob Dylan once sang, that saved me from a one-way trip to the funeral director? Growing up, until I was a teenager, I can’t remember any time really that ...