When I was in my early twenties, I had a dream that an angel appeared to me and told me I was going to die soon. I was told I wouldn’t live to see my mid-twenties. I was excited! Of course, by that statement, I really don’t have to tell you that I was suicidal at the time. But after that dream, I knew I didn’t have to do anything to speed the process and I lived with stimulating expectancy just knowing my suffering would be over soon. When I was about twenty-four, my friend and I were riding...