posted on Aug, 15 2008 @ 10:52 PM
When I was a three years old, I drank 8oz. of mercury, died, and was resuscitated with no permanent damage. One month later, I ate an entire bottle of
grandmother's blood pressure medication, died yet again, and was promptly resuscitated with no lingering effects upon my physiology. A month after
that (seriously, I was a suicidal child or something), I got into a pen at my other grandmother's house with a bronco so vicious it tried to kill
anyone who came near it...the damn thing rolled over onto its back while I rubbed its belly like a dog.
When I was five or six years old I had an 1200lb tree fall on me (it had to be rolled off of me) and escaped unscathed without so much as a scratch. A
day later I was kicked in the ribs by a ton and a half bull...I didn't even bruise. I've had one broken leg (skating accident at eight) that healed
with almost supernatural speed, I require corrective lenses, and I've had some fillings...but other than that clean bill of health. I've been shot
at and missed, and I've fallen out of trucks and ATV's traveling at high rates of speed without injury. I should be dead by now, but something has
decreed otherwise. I am beginning to think that I was meant to do something extraordinary especially with my life going the way it has been
I don't think I am invincible and would not test that theory either; I feel as if I have already pushed my "luck" as it is. Strange indeed.