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Most people said he was crazy. Some even said I was crazy. But all I know is being here with my mom is perfect. Although I can't be with my friends, it was all worth it. Its not my fault i'm here. He was just do depressed. He couldn't take it anymore. It all started when my mom was in labor. My dad was so happy he could finally be a father. With flowers everywhere, at exactly 1:26 in the afternoon, I finally got my first breath of fresh air. Born five pounds and three ounces, I was perfectly healthy. As soon as my father got a hold of me, there was a straight beep noise. The docotors tried all they could do byt she was gone. She just couldn't handle the intense pain and pressure. As I just turned three, the doctors found out I had been living my life with an incurable brain disease. Most people who have this disease only lived to be about six or seven. Some slowly start to loose feeling in parts of their body. Their not able to see straight, smell, listen, or even walk. They become unable to even think for themselves-not being able to learn. In just a few years, I started turning into those people. With my ability to learn was not yet gone, I reached all the to the seventh grade. My best friend Peter and I did everything togerher. We played cards, rode out bikes, and slep over each others houses almost everyday. He was the only friend I ever had. As soon as he moved, everything fliped upside down. Every little thing anyone said drove me up the walls. I coldn't do anything. Its like someone knocked me down and would not stop hitting me. All I wanted to do was just STOP. Stop the noises. Stop EVERYTHING. I asked god to help me. To help get rid of these feelings until I just couldn't handle it. I got out dads hang gun and put it to my head. There was only one bullet left. As I spun the revolver, I had a one out of seven chance of putting an end to myself. I pointed straight to my brain and pulled the trigger. That was the end for me- so I thought. Turns out two minutes after I shot myself, my father saw me still breathing and raced to the hospital. Little did he know, that one bullet I found under his table would save my life. The doctors were in shock. Not only did I servive seven years before the disease killed me, but the bullet that raced to my head was the answer to my prayers. Its like god used the bullet to put an end to the disease- the incurable disease was gone. News papers all over the country had reports about "The Miricale Child"- the one who shot himself healthy. No one knew the end of someone elses. Jonnhy was a ten year old boy who lived a similar life as me. He also had the same incurable brain cancer and couldn't live a normal life. Reading the articles in hte newspaper led him to the idea that, if he shot himself in the brain, his cancer would go away. Jonnhy only lacked one thing which ended his life- that was a relationship with god. So on july seventh Jonnhy shot himself in the brain. The end for him was there. As I steped out the door to start a new life all I heard was a big bang and everything turned dark and i fell to the floor. A few seconds later, I didn't feel anything. What I learned from this is that only because one person shoots himself in the head and cures cancer, doesn't mean that once I shoot myself my cancer will be gone. Its like saying, only because a man lived to be ninty and smoked his entire life, that smoking will give me ninty years to live. I'm glad Jonnhy's brother shot me cause I wouldn't be here with my mother. Too bad more than twenty thousand of us up here once had that incurable brain cancer.