LIFE IS MUCH TO PRECIOUS TO TAKE IT FOR GRANTED
            
             A couple of years ago, when I was 17 years old, my parents, brother and I went to our estate, going there was one of our favorite things to do during the weekends. I was enjoying the last day of the weekend before school started in company of my parents, and one of my brothers. Everything was going so well that Sunday morning, when an awful event suddenly happened. Little did I know, that destiny had a big change in store for me.
             For my family, and me it was always fun to go to Fusa, the closest town to our estate. A lot of people from the city go there, looking for some quiet time and warm weather. That Sunday morning, after breakfast we decide to go there and spend the rest of the morning in this little town, where that day a fair took place at the central park. After lunch, we started our way back. The sun was shining, the temperature was warm, it was a beautiful day, but later, it turned in to a nightmare.
             That day, surprisingly, my dad let me seat in the front, my brother was driving, and my parents were on the rear seat of our car. The traffic was smooth; there were not many cars on the road. In the car, I remember my mom saying, "we are almost there", as we were approaching to our estate I was unfastened my seat belt. We were on the right line of a two-way road. My brother stopped the car and looked carefully to both sides, no cars were coming. Then he started to turn to the left to get onto the road that takes us to our estate. All of a sudden an invisible car came out of nowhere, crashed in to our car and vanished, this other car collided with ours with out giving warning of its intention. We were hit on the driver's side by a car going 60 miles an hour. The impact made our car crash into a wall. My body was thrown towards the windshield with such a force that I broke the windshield with my head.
             First thing I remember is feeling my face very warm and a terr...