I have nothing unexpected so far today. Maybe this blog has jinxed me out of hurting myself. hmm....perhaps this blog is a fabulous idea!

I'll reach back into my archive. I am going far far back. I believe I was two years old, so the story goes. I was always quite a climber, despite my fear of heights. At age two I got the brilliant idea to turn dresser drawers into stairs. Perhaps I was closer to three based on the difficulty of pulling out dresser drawers. I then proceeded to climb the drawers as though they were steps, and I turned the dresser over on top of me. This particular incident did not result in a trip to the emergency room, broken bones, or stitches. However, it was never forgotten. I can't even imagine how my mother felt, nor do I want to. It truly is a wonder I ever survived to an age where I could finally take care of myself, and I could finally determine what could be potentially dangerous. I have always told myself that God must have a much larger plan for me. I'm here for a reason.