I woke up because my heart was still beating. It's called the life cycle. I'm currently in mine...one day I won't be.
Before Mufasa came through and crushed the throat I guess this woman was blessed:
Coroner: Cat sanctuary intern killed by lion 'did not suffer' - CNN.com
"god" don't like people around lions I guess.
Some are born taller, stronger, etc. Some are born alphas, some betas, etc. Not everyone is born the same. It's all about making the best of whatever genetic cards you got dealt.
It depends on how someone got that mental illness. Maybe their mother was on crack.
No one taught me shyt. I would get home and my parents would say "how are you doing in school?" I'd say good and they be like "aight" and kept it moving. They never checked my homework or report card. Not a "god" damn soul paid attention to how I was doing.
I learned very early that if I didn't make shyt happen for myself, then shyt wasn't going to get done. I was 12 years old, I cut grass in the summer, raked leaves in the fall and shoveled snow in the winter. $10 a yard no matter what it was. No one taught me this, I did it because I wanted new Jordans and I had to work hard to get them.