My 'defining characteristic' (that 'little bit of past' that makes me "who I am") is ... classified as a 'brain-injury,' because (though my brain was still in late-beginning stages of development when it happened---at the age of 14) my recovery was powered by my brain, so that must've been what was damaged. There is no reason I should have survived. But I did, so it must've been the will of Our Father. Amen. That is my baptism (a word taken from 'the Greek word resembling baptizo' that means "submerge"), being 'submerged' in whatever it was that keeps me alive to this day.