If there is one thing I hate it’s fainting, there is so much time that in unaccounted for, precious valuable time that you will never ever get back and for some reason I am one of those people who faint easily. I tried opening my eyes and all I could see was white all around me, I must have died and gone to heaven for the first time in my life I found myself whispering “please God let me be dead, please God let me be dead, please God let me be dead.” I don’t know where that came from but I guess the world’s problems had gotten too big for me and I was ready for the after-life I was ready to face new challenges anything would have been better than what I was facing. I tried remembering the last thing that happened to me and I couldn’t remember, then someone came in and said “she’s awake.” And it was definitely not God, so much for whishing that I was dead it was a nurse, she sat me up and asked if I remembered what happened I said no. “You’ve been out for two days.” She said “Two days, what the hell did you people give me?” I exclaimed, she explained that they had not given me anything but my friends had been there every single day and that they were arranging for me to be transferred to a hospital in Johannesburg so I could be close to my family. “What happened? Was I in an accident?” I asked still confused she shook her head and said I shouldn’t rush things it will come to me, I didn’t want it coming to me I wanted her to tell me how I got there, what about my friends were they also in the accident?