Never Too Late

Dax: My life ended six years ago. No, really. I was dead on the side of the road following a gruesome motorcycle accident. From what I've been told, it's only because of one stubborn man that I have another chance to make something of my life. I no longer hate him for screwing up what I thought I wanted. I want to thank him. NEED to tell him what his actions mean to me. Now, I'm headed back to the town I've never set foot in even though it's a huge part of my life. I'm not thrilled about that, but the job offers haven't exactly been flowing in. They'll probably think I'm crazy, because there's no way I won't be able to look at every guy I walk past, wondering if he's the one who saved me. Michael: My entire life, I wanted to save lives. I'd earned a full-ride scholarship and had been accepted to med schools across the country. I was so close to making those dreams a reality until the night I held a dying man in my arms. I've never been able to get the images of his lifeless body, caked in mud, out of my head. Even when the paramedics tried to take over saving him, I couldn't let go. I never let go. Eventually, my guilt over not doing more cost me everything but my son. And now, I worry I'll lose him if I don't get it together. I've often thought that if I could find him, maybe I could get some closure and finally get my life back on track. Now he's here and I'm more of a mess than ever. Once the truth comes out, will he keep trying to save me or will he realize that it's too late?