I survived a couple of gunshots, some knife wounds, a helicopter crash and a boat the capsized. And I still wondered: Is God real? What is faith? Where does it comes from? Why should we have faith? This are but some of the questions that rattle my mind after countless conversations with my great grandmother. The certainty and absolute surety of her faith were puzzling to me. Little did I know that those long and at time obscure teachings would one day save my life.