oh man i could write all day on this topic!
My family is so accident prone! so much so that we were once invited to a bbq and as joke everyone at the bbq dressed up in bandages and slings and had crutches and a variety of medical supplies on the tables in our honor! very embarrassing!
The shortened list of our accidents includes: Me - broken toe and 3 bones in my arms (at different times) - Younger brother chris - broken sternum, arm, leg and chipped kneecap - younger brother ben- broken arm and reconstructive surgery on his ankle - younger sister michela - very badly broken arm (needed surgery) - Younger brother Joel- has somehow escaped broken bones but had to have a hernia operation last year. And these are just the major things!
Jira and i have both had alot of car accidents but none of them have been our fault! Nam has been hit from behind 3 times in 3 years! Once our dog khodi was in the car with him. Luckily she was in the back so she hit the back of the drivers seat and fell onto the car floor, but if shed been in the front seat she probably would have gone through the windscreen. ive had a few cases of minor whiplash and some very attractive bruises that looked like hickeys from the seat belt!
On the illness side our family doesnt fare too well either. Most of you probably know i lost my dad to cancer when i was 17, but i also lost my maternal grandfather and my paternal grandmother to cancer in the last few years as well. I dont think ill ever fully come to terms with losing my dad so young. It breaks my heart every time i think of him never meeting Jira, him not being there to watch us grow up or him not being able to meet his grandkids. Tho on a positive note i feel his presence quite alot. Not in the freaky ghost sense or anything but whenever something really good happens i feel like he somehow helped create that moment. And when times are hard i believe that he is watching over me and wont let anything that i cant handle happen. I think in a way when he died i hated god so much for taking him that i replaced god with my dad. And while i dont hate god anymore, i stopped going to church after he died. Its only been in the past couple of years that ive gone to church occassionally. I do want to go on a regular basis but somehow i never end up going. Not sure why because i actually think it would be good for me. Sorry for going a bit off topic there!