I believe that accepting Jesus (John 3:16) into my heart at age thirteen is what got me through many years of depression, the resulting drug abuse, and fairly serious health problems. Once, while in a coma from a rare adverse reaction to a prescription medication, my heart stopped three times. Once for seven minutes. While they were filling out my time of death, it started beating again. Jesus did that. I am so thankful that I'm alive today, especially since He has become so real to me. I am on the road, to my home, in the new Jerusalem. Shalom. :)