Read another story that reminded me of more stories.

In my readings last night, I read about someone who had been through some fall, yet felt like someone had set them down so lightly. This reminded me of a few incidents. When I was pregnant with Kyle, I was playing outside in our yard at our acreage in Ardrossan. I was chasing Cory and our two aussie sheps were running around having fun. There was a bit of a hill and I tripped...everything after that felt like slow motion. I should have fallen really hard on my arse the way I had fell...BUT instead, my larger Aussie Shep, Schnikers had somehow ran behind me and braced my fall in such a way that it felt that first my bum landed on him then my upper legs, the backs of my knees and finally my calves and feet. There I was sitting on the ground with absolutely no pain wondering what just happened. I literally felt like I had not fallen at all, but was set down as lightly as humanly possible on a cotton puff! I will never forget the experience of it and how soft my landing was and how slow I perceived the whole experience to be.

There was the time where I was turning left on Vancouver Island with the 2 boys and I am not sure if Kara was born yet. There was no left turn lane as it was off the small highway. I had checked my rear view mirror just prior and saw nothing. Suddenly, a pick up truck went...and this will sound very strange...but right through my van is what it seemed like. I remember seeing him come out straight in front of me and was doing such high speeds. I turned left and parked the van. I still remember my feeling I had of what the heck just happened! I had stayed there awhile trying to make sense of what truly happened as OBVIOUSLY it didn't really go through my van...did it? I sat there and pondered it and wondered why we weren't all in a severe accident. I could not wrap my head around it nor can I now.

THere was a time when I was living with my mom and sister and brother in our house. I had made french fries. I had the grease getting hot on the stove. I was upset about my dad and was talking to my mom. Suddenly I saw a HUGE flame coming from the kitchen as we were sitting in the livingroom. I got to the kitchen SO fast and the flames were up to the ceiling and spreading outward. A very large flame. I grabbed the pot with y hands on either side of it and carried it to the sink. I then put the lid on it I believe or a towel. I got the flame out somehow. Now, I would THINK that a pot of grease on fire would be rather hot. Yet I sustained only one tiny burn on the TOP of my hand by my knuckle. How did I move the pot and not sustain any burns on my hands OR on my body from moving a flame taller than the ceiling that I would think would have blown back towards my face and body. Yet only one tiny burn. I was always flabbergasted about that as well.

So many stories.