At thirteen years old I was in plane crash in France. It was small plane for only four people. It was me, my father, and my fathers best friend.

My fathers friend was flying plane and after about one hour in air engine failed and plane went down. We crashed in middle of woods where no one was around for long distance. I remember when plane hit ground and explosions but after was unconscious. Somehow I was thrown from plane onto ground. Towers knew plane was going down so help was already coming when plane crashed.

While I was unconscious I was in dark space with nothing there. Then I saw bright light shining in tunnel and my father appeared from it. He told me not to follow light and go back. Said not my time my mother needed me. He also said he loved me and my mother and he will see us both soon. Then I woke up in hospital with doctors working on me. They said when ambulance arrived at site they found me unconscious and took me to hospital.

On way to hospital I had weak vital signs that were getting worse. A few minutes after arrival at hospital my breathing and heart stopped and I was said to be clinically dead for almost fifteen minutes. Doctors were just about to give up when heart started beating and I woke up. They also told me my father and his friend died in crash instantly and they couldn’t be helped. But I know my fathers ok and waiting somewhere because I know what I experienced was real.

The news said my living was miracle because there was nothing left of plane. It was all burnt up. After investigation experts never could figure out exactly how I was thrown out of plane and away from fire. Its mystery with no answer.

This is a quick, yet funny story.  The other day, I was having dinner with my friend L. and he told me about something he did that was really funny.  He bought a bottle of those One A Day Vitamins and when he was about to take them, he turned to his partner and seriously asked, “So how many of these am I supposed to take?”  Hilarious! :)

It was my senior year in high school and in my phys ed class it was all seniors so it was pretty fun class.

Every week one day we would play some sport and we would lay it for few weeks and then start another sport. This time we were playing ball hockey.

Me and my freind were just having a lot of fun with this and teacher would always tell us no high sticks but next thing you know we would do it again. As you can imagine it's pretty dangerous to raise the stick high, but we did it anyway.

I was at the very end of the gym by my goal and I had the ball in my possesion. I raised the hockey stick so high and, unlike almost every other time when I'd hit floor more than the bal itself, I hit the ball perfectly and I hit it as hard as I could.

On the other side of the gym, next to the other goal, there were a bunch of girls just standing there talking to each other and this girl was facing the wall so her back was turned towards me. Guess what, at that moment she decided to turn around and ball that I hit hit her right in the forehead and knocked her on the floor. I went over to apologize, I was like: I'm sorry but it was intentional, even if I wanted to there's no way I could ever do that.

I don't know how funny this story is but it sure is unfortunate how this happened. It was all the way across the gym and I managed to hit her right in the forehead right when she was turning around, it's like a movie, I wish I would have recorded this. Good times! :D