Many people are motivated to alter the contours of their lives by the threat of imminent death. I, however, progress solely with the possibility of living again. Not a twilight has twinkled without my questioning if it might be my last; the imminent discord of death has churned in tandem with my protesting organs. At long last, my feet grasp the earth without desperation, without finality. There are only withs ahead. With freedom. With love. With laughter. With health.