Suicide is never a legitimate way out of life's problems. I can say this with certainty because the Lord himself has shown me. In my memoirs, "A Young Man and His Demon" I survive two overdoses as a teenager, before my third attempt at the age of eighteen, by carbon monoxide poisoning, results in a coma. It is during the four day period of unconsciousness that I meet with Christ at the gates of hell. In his wisdom he imposes a life altering consequence: permanent physical disability. After incomplete rehabilitation, I return home as a shell of my former self. What I don't know and nobody tells me is that I have damaged the part of my brain responsible for feelings of pleasure, so now I have a reason to be depressed. I overcome, however, and graduate from college with honors. At the age of twenty-eight I find love and nine months later she and I are married. She gives me the greatest gift of all - a healthy daughter - a little more than nine months following the wedding. The same hideous spirit that shadowed me as a teen then comes at me from a different angle, attacking my parenting skills and invoking two more overdoses, the second of which results in another coma and near brain death. Only one questions remains: why would God deliver me again?