Really? I want to write more fun stories about childhood or maybe rant about my crappy dad again. What the heck am I going to write about related to being afraid, death? Come on, I got hit by a school bus at the age of 7, hit head on by a drunk driver once, slid 300 yards on ice into traffic, have had terrible clotting in my left leg after surgery for breaking it backwards at the knee in a softball game and more. Life is a gift at this point, why be afraid of dying? Continue reading
That’s right, I said it. At least for me, there was no stress like high school stress. Does anyone really need to write a story to explain that? Umm…not really….but I’m going to anyway. After all, I just celebrated my 53rd ‘free year’ since surviving getting hit by a school bus, so why not.