Life is an adventure. For as long as I can remember unusual things always happened; life was never as calm as those around me. I came from a dysfunctional family but I can't blame them for me propensity to draw trouble. I don't mean problem child, juvenile delinquent, troubled young woman. I mean the kind of trouble that includes falling into holes, bumping into closed doors, getting locked into bathrooms at 1:00 am.. but then, there's the good trouble. The good trouble like being there first when the horse bucked her off, when the car hit him or when she fell into a diabetic coma last April and nearly died as I laid keeping her warm. Good only due to being there when life was closest to its ebb and helping it back or ease it over. Good trouble in that all sizes of disasters can create or devastate who you are. In the most difficult of times I have chosen or God chose for me, to let them lift me up with new knowledge, new vantages of life and how delicate and unpredictable it is.
I invite you to travel down this road with me as I blog in memory and real time. I can't imagine that I have survived or experienced so much through out my entire life for it not to have some purpose or design. Fair warning that some of it is sad, frightening as well as bizarre, funny and like something from a sit-com. All you are about to read is true and in some cases, for obvious reasons, names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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