I will first say, I absolutely hate the "tag" game and have only responded to two of the many times I have been hit. However, since Ronda and I have been out of touch for so long, I will be courteous enough to respond. The only problem is that I could almost cut and paste Ronda's response into mine.
My mother also had problems with her pregnancy while carrying me and was encouraged by her doctor to terminate the pregnancy. After some mishaps my mom was convinced she had "lost" me, but God had other plans and here I am. :)
I, like Ronda, was a Tom-boy. Around the age of 14, my mother asked me to go to the store for her on my bike. Not really wanting to go, I decided to ride as fast as I could so I would hurry back home. On the return I was going approximately 25 miles per hour and I hit the back-end of a pick-up truck. This particular truck had a snap-on cover. Upon impact, I was thrown over the handlebars and hit that cover which served as a trampoline. I shot up in the air, flipped, and landed in a yard. The glass bottle I carried from the store was still intact, but the frame of my 10 speed Huffy was broken. This is the closest I have come to being a trapeze artist.
Ronda and I also shared the same friend. Nancy Shoemake Holsten and I traveled with our dads on a father and daughter motorcycle ride to Reno. We stayed up all night telling stories. One I particularly remember was Nancy telling how she was too sick to go to church, but forced herself because they were having special guest singers. At the close of the service, the son of the guest prayed for Nancy. Apparently, he thought he didn't get a good enough response and he got his father to come and pray for her. The dad began to pray so furiously that he literally knocked Nancy down. When she fell, they assumed she was in the spirit and began to shout. She was actually laying in the floor moaning from feeling so ill. PK's can tell some stories!
So you won't think we are entirely carnal, I will add I was a Sunday School bus captain and had a record attendance of 176 on my bus. We had to make two trips to get them all to the church, but it was so fun. The children hung out the windows screaming, "We're number one, we're number one..."
For many years, I have been asked by literally hundreds of people if I had made a recording. Truth is, I have never had a desire to record. Then, the past few years, I had some health issues and I began to think if I were to record, the finished product would be a part of me my family would have forever. So, next month I will have my first CD released after singing for over 44 years.
If there is going to be any type of calamity, it seems to always find me. I am the accident person in our family. I have had so many falls and injuries that sometimes I wonder how I even walk. Because I now live with chronic pain, I have found pain to be very intriguing. Yes, that sounds sick! The weird thing is that every pain is so different. Some very extreme pains I have had, and yet would describe them so differently, are - pain from: having a layer of my eye peeled away, concussion, ruptured ectopic pregnancy, gallstones, compressed discs in neck and back, crushed tailbone, torn tendons in knee, major surgery, broken toe, sprained wrist, ...........I better stop before you all commit me to a convalescent hospital!!! In fact, pain so intriques me I have put it into a lesson that I have used at different ladies meetings.
Like Karla, I am a very transparent person and there isn't much that people don't know about me. Enough about me - let me hear from you and what thoughts are inspiring you today.
P.S. I added the snapshot of Bryn and Blake because it looks as though she was tagging him.