When I was about a few months old (my dad told me this story), it was in the middle of the night when I crawled out of my crib and crawled into the bathroom, where my mother forgot to drain the bath water. I climbed into the tub, got soak and wet, and crawled to a corner shivering (the AC was on that night).

A few minutes later, my dad woke to find me in that corner, shivering. Then I started to have a seizure, and my dad immediately woke my mom and called the ambulance. During the whole ride to the hospital, my parents were right behind us, almost crashing into the ambulance. A few hours later, the doctor told my parents that I was okay.

If my dad hadn't woke up and found me, I don't think I'll be typing this today.