This story happened when I was a child. I had a quarrel with my best friend. She didn't want to see me any more. I thought that everything was bad. It was the tradegy of my life. Then my mum told me a story in my family, the story of my great aunt's birth. She was born in some remote villiage on December 13th, 1928. She was born at home. When she was born, she was blue and wasn't breathing and the midwife said to her mother:"I'm terribly sorry, there's nothing we can do about this, the child insn't breathing". And the grandmother, who was present at the birth, said:" Stuff and nonsense! Give me that child". And she grabbed the baby, went downstairs, opened the door to the oven of the wood stove and put my great aunt in the oven. A few minutes later a great cry came from the oven and my great aunt had been born. And my great aunt is still alive and still able to tell this story. Now I understand that you should never give up and continue fighting up to the end. ( By the way, my best friend could forgive me after all)