My brother losing his leg changed my life a lot. Then 3 friends dying of course. One in particular changed me more than the other two big time. He died of heart failure aka mixed too many pills alcohol and yay. I pretty much stopped drinking and doing drugs cus of it. He had a problem, my firends still have a problem, I quit. I decided by myself that some shit just aint worth it, they thought the opposite, so opposite ways is where we went. I dont want my Mom to go through what any of my firends mothers did so i believe I made the right choice, no matter how slim the chances are of anything happening to me. I felt brand new afterwards and still do. And my brother losing his leg changed me cus it was a bitch pushing around his wheelchair forever, yay for life sized barbie legs, from the knee down at least.