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TRUST JESUS TODAY
A random turn of events in my life in response to an old writing assignment.
Around 1976 - I am falling asleep in my high chair and my face plops on my plate. This is my earliest memory.
Around 1991 - Danielle and I shoplift from K-Mart. I get caught, I am seventeen.
Around 1982 - I am sitting at the table listening to Grandpa tell Nanny he has to go to work tomorrow. I say, "big whoop!" and Nanny backhands me. I have no idea why I said it.
Around 1979 - I am in trouble and Grandpa grabs a Sears catalog and rolls it up. I go running with my hands on my butt crying, "owie, owie, owie." Everyone laughs. This is a favorite family memory.
Around 2003 - I kiss my husband goodbye as he goes off to war. As I drive away, I think of all the things I forgot to say.
Around 1994 - I get my GED at 6 months pregnant after doing night classes. I realize I do everything the hard way.
Around 2002 - I am on my honeymoon at a nice hotel. As I walk leisurely out the door with my husband I get chased by a goose.
Around 1990 - I lie one too many times about feeding the dogs. As Nanny starts yelling, I panic and run down the street in only a shirt and my underwear. The neighbor picks me up and calls Social Services
Around 1983 - I'm in trouble again and I take off running from my spanking. Nanny chases me up the stairs and down the next and around again and again. She can't catch me. I round the corner and my aunt grabs me. I always learn the hard way.
Around 1995 - I am a starving college student. I fill out an application for a credit card enticed by a free bag of licorice. It turns out to be the most expensive snack ever.
Around 2001 - I go to a rememberance in the park with candles. We sing "Proud to be an American" as we try and make sense of the tragedy and cry for those lost. I hold my children tight.
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