I've only been blogging since the first of the year. In the beginning, my 100th post seemed eons away, and now I'm nearly there. I've been working on a 100 things post
to bore you about me list. It hasn't been easy trying to make my life sound interesting.
This week, Laurie, at For Heaven's Sake, tagged me with a mini-meme. Seems I have to come up with six things about myself that you might not know. I guess it's a good warm-up for my 100 things post, so I will good naturedly oblige.
- 1) I have been painfully shy all my life. I'm less so now. Social situations are still very awkward for me, though. I never know what to say. I am getting better, though. It seems the deeper my relationship with God grows, and the more like Him I become, the more confidence I gain.
- 2) I nearly drowned when I was 5 years old. My brother, not even 8 years old, saw my hair floating at the pond's surface, and swam over and saved me. My life would have ended that day if not for my brother.
- 3) I grew up terrified of the dark. I slept with my head under the covers until I married at 19. I still don't like being home alone at night, but the terror is no longer there. God's angels are encamped around about me. They were then, too, I just didn't know it then.
- 4)My vision is very, very bad. If I had to wear glasses, even with the modern advancements made with the featherlight lenses, mine would be thick as Coke bottle bottoms. I guess that may not mean much to some of you youngin's who've grown up drinking your soft drinks from a can, and not a glass bottle. Thank God for contact lenses!
- 5) I survived a tornado when I was about 3 years old. It didn't hit our house, but it demolished everything around us. I remember my mom putting me under the mattress of our daybed. I'm sure I remember her putting a straw in my mouth that protruded out of the edge of the mattress so I could breathe. Mom insists that didn't happen (the straw). Maybe as I was struggling to breath under that mattress, I was thinking what a good idea a really long straw would be.
- 6) I once had both legs run over by a car. It was my dad. He even stopped the car and got out when he heard me screaming, while the car was parked on my legs. There seems to be a negative theme going here. I don't think I sound very interesting, but I do sound like someone blessed to be alive.
- I was also broadsided by a large gravel truck loaded with gravel (I know I already hit # 6, but I'm on a roll now, so bear with me!). I was 16 and the ink was barely dry on my new drivers license. My parents Ford LTD (also new) was not quite totalled, much to my parents dismay. I was unhurt.
- Once when my kids were small, I was driving us back to Dallas where we lived at the time, in my little Ford Escort. It was a dark stretch of highway with frequent little side roads. Out of the blue, a pick-up came barreling onto the highway from one of those roads. I had no time to stop. I hollered for the Lord to help us and I hit my brakes. I knew we were going to plow into the side of him. At 55 mph, we wouldn't have stood much chance. Miraculously, we only clipped his back bumper (he kept going!). Our car spun completely around and landed in a sandy side ditch. No damage, except to my nerves! Nikki in her carseat, never even woke. I think her older brother may have peed his pants, though.
- Last one, I promise. I know I'm stretching the rules. Hubby and Nikki (dd) and I were traveling back from Colorado one fall, driving on a two lane highway. I think we were in New Mexico at the time. About the same time, Hubby (who was driving) and I saw that a pickup pulling a trailer was coming toward us in our lane. That driver had failed to navigate how much time he had to pass the pickup pulling a trailer in the other lane.
- My instinct, had I been driving (and thank God I wasn't), would have been to pull off to our right side of the road. Hubby grit his teeth and held his ground. Praise God, he did, for the man in our lane pulled to his left to avoid hitting us. We drove right down the middle of the two trucks and trailers. We then pulled off the road to get clean underwear out of our luggage.
If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged!