I recently re-watched Star Trek, The Next Generation episode "Tapestry"

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After being attacked on an away mission, Picard dies and meets Q in the afterlife who offers him the chance to change a crucial moment in his history and prevent the mistakes he made in his youth.

http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Tapestry_%28episode%29

Picard got himself stabbed through the heart in his reckless youth. It was Picard's good fortune that Star Fleet medical could save him by replacing his ruined-beyond-repair biological heart with a mechanical substitute.

At a similar age of stabbed-through-the heart Picard, I jumped out of my worst-ever-girlfriend's moving car, leaving too much of my skin and blood on the streets of Berkeley, California. And the incident was echoed twice at the same spot, full blown PTSD. (Ask my wife, ask my VERY concerned friends...)

I'm good now, my last visit to that spot, happening headed to my niece's graduation with honors, was merely uncomfortable.

And I think what might have been, had I not jumped out of that moving car... And it wouldn't have been good, even had I been celebrated as "successful" by our twisted society.

I'm beginning to think the same of my 2016 vacation to the locked pysch ward.

I got there what I needed.