Facing Death

I had an interesting experience today. I fell into water from cliff and I can't swim. When I was falling, my arm, leg and foot hit some of rocks. I was not sure if my head or back hit or not. When I was falling and was in the water I thought that I would probably die. There is nothing about the fear of death. I had full of resignation. Somehow, I could rescue myself from water. I checked my head and it was ok, there wasn't blood also.
This experience gave me a different view to life. The death is so strong that it's not important what kind of life I have. It's a bit of whites and blacks (or zeros and ones). The most important thing is whether I live or not. How I live is secondary issue. Event the fear of death is not so terrible.