My lung collapsed on the operating table.  At 22 years old, I was fighting for my life and just moments away from death. When I woke up, I had tubes coming out of my stomach and tubes going into my veins.  I looked down to see 17 staples holding me together and a doctor telling me how lucky I was. A power greater than myself had saved my life and showed me compassion through others that I thought would never accept and love me.