I almost drowned when I was somewhere between 5-7. We were at a lake and the sand under my feet broke away. I was bobbing up and down - couldn't touch the bottom, couldn't swim - but I remember this strange calm feeling, and thinking clearly to gulp for air when I bobbed up. I saw a teenager point me out to my father, who then came out and saved me - but he never saw a teenager. I'm convinced it was an angel directing my dad to see me.
Ought to convince me I'm meant to live...