We wnt to Falls Creek last week. It really opened my eyes. Not only, did I finally join the Christian family, but I found out something. Until you've fulfilled God's purpose, you can't die. Since I was four, I've probably been hurt multiple times. I wanted on the roof when I was three or four. I slipped from the tree branch, dangled from that branch for a few minutes, and finally just dropped. It's about a 10-15 feet drop. And if I was only about 3'4" (I was tall.) then, what would you do? Last summer, I got a blood infection. It started from flea bites, which I ruthlessly picked, and got pulled out of my favorite class to go to the doctor. (Mom! It's not a blood infection until it starts to taste like poison!) It had been tasting like poison. And especially at camp, I fell on a cactus. (!!!!!!) Nope, no crying. I think I still have a needle in my hand as a souvenir. And that was on Tuesday. on Wednesday I got lost twice. At volleyball I climbed a tree, slid down, scraped myself in plain view of a lot of people older than me, and went back up. Front teeth came back in at about 4. Because I somehow managed to shove them up my gums. And then I broke those permanent teeth. I think that's a blog on here. Crack. Two years earlier I broke my finger. Smack. A year and a half before that I got stitches. Screech. I scraped out about a half pint- pint of blood. The lights go out. Another black out. Snap. A teenage girl's fifty pound tub falls on me. Rip. I'm stuck in a tree on the verge of falling off. And I'm still goin' strong, despite that I can taste the poisony blood. As you can tell, I've been through a lot. Which is proof that God exists, because I'm still alive. So I haven't fulfilled my life's calling yet.