At least twice during my life I should have died. Once I was saved by my intellegent, observant husband Dean,and the miracle that, although we were hundreds of miles away from home, and anything familiar to us, we were very close to an excellent hospital that happened to have experts on call who understood my unusual problem. Even they, however, felt I was lucky to survive.
The other time, I was saved by a dream (a long, complicated tale.) Am I just lucky? Is someone watching over me? Do I have powers I don't understand? I cannot answer these questions, but I choose to believe that these experiences were gifts, and that I still had things to do in my life, so I'd best get on with it.

Please pass the pastry. Thanks.

Carly