On a school trip to Wales when I was 12. My canoe capsized and got stuck upside down next to a rock. I was underwater for about 30 seconds but it felt a lot longer.

Just thinking about unsafe sex.

When I was 13, I was on a bicycle and got hit by a taxi in New York.

I had a cardiac arrest in 2010. I also had a close call in the early days in Cardiff when I was in a band called the Denims. We were in a van driving along a narrow mountain road. Somebody wanted to go to the toilet, so we stopped, and afterwards the driver took a wrong turn and we went careering down the mountain. Everyone was screaming, it was like a nightmare. At the bottom was the railway line, but the van stopped just in time. We were very lucky.

I might speed up a few details, but wouldn’t change anything, other than my dad still being here.

A midwife named Jennie Joseph. She is a tireless activist for women, family health and equal access to quality maternity care.

As someone who didn’t waste a minute.

To strangers. Living in New York, I see individuals every day who are invisible to so many. I want to say sorry that so many of us think their pain and suffering is not our own.

Before kids, when I was 13 or so, on the back of my horse, running at full speed in an open pasture. Post kids, happiness happens often, but in more subtle ways. I now prefer the word “content”.

The fact that at least 300,000 women die every year from pregnancy and childbirth-related issues that are largely preventable.