Never as a young girl did I ever think that driving a car would be something routine in my lifestyle. Now it is. And it is with this understanding of time's procedure that I understand death as something that will eventually happen to me. Right now I find it something very far off into the future. Someday, like driving, I might think of it as just another part of my routine.
Death is something that only happens once.
The car will be crushed, my father will be outraged, I might even die. However, that is the end of my statement on the matter. I have never had the opportunity to almost die. I have been in minor accidents where I almost cut off my finger or saw what was a possible result of a certain risk I took. I have reasonable understanding of what it might feel like to cut off my own finger.