Do you ever fell that for some reason your life is constantly being spared? Seriously, I should be dead or in jail. No question about it. Yet time after time, I make it home. Sometimes I think God's got something special planned for me. Other times I feel it's leading to the biggest problem imaginable. Like maybe the reason I'm pulling through is so I can meet the ultimate demise. As it is, I'll continue to walk around with an "S" on my chest until I meet one destiny or the other.