For those of you who doubt the possibility of miracles happening, you've obviously forgotten your own childhood. The fact that kids even survive into adulthood is a miracle in itself. I mean, unless you were a nerdy kid who sat in a chair reading books all day with no desire to ever do anything remotely cool, then you should understand the point I am making here. If you were anything like me your childhood consisted of scars, scrapes, sprains and so on. These were usually the end results of climbing trees, jumping off stuff that was not meant to be jumped off, not paying attention to your surroundings, or having stupid friends. My goal for these next few blogs is to demonstrate, by using my own life experiences, how truly fortunate we all are to have survived being a kid.
Almost Dead Thanks to Fred...