1. Are you a baby about small injuries? Heh, I didn’t think so until last night, when I was helping my daughter with her homework in her room. As she was finishing something up, I got a bit bored and eyed her hamster cage. “Hmm,” I thought, “I’ll play with that cute little thing a bit.” I was a bit surprised at how hard it was to corner, but I was determined the cunning creature wouldn't escape my will. I swiped it up, pulled it squiggling and desperately squirming from its cage--and then promptly dropped it on the bed ‘cause that little devil bit me on the middle finger of my writing hand! And those suckers pack a mean bite! I sniveled and whined as I showed my wound to my husband (who laughs everytime I tell him it hurts because of the hand gesture I ignorantly make each time I show it to him).(Image: by pinguino at flickr)
2. What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself? See #1.
3. Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child? Heh, my folks were both nurses, so they took turns.
4. Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos? It depends on whether my husband is around or not. If he isn’t, I’m cool as a cucumber, gentle as a mouse and comforting as an angel. When my husband’s around, however, I suddenly realize how much blood is dripping from my son’s mouth after a header into the street on his bike, or how squishy my daughter’s ear lobe feels when I try to re-pierce her ear after the newly-pierced ear ring fell out. Then I’m suddenly light-headed, weak in the knees and very sick to my stomach—and handing over boo-boo duty to my husband. Definitely not taking after my folks (see #3).
5. What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room? I’ve been very fortunate in that regard. As a kid, I fractured my wrist rollarskating on our driveway, which required a visit to the emergency room and full-arm cast. As a teenager, a car swipped me while I was on my bike and I suffered a knock on the head and a wicked scrape on my leg—but no hospital visit. Heh, then there’s the night I was opening a Ranch dressing bottle and the neck snapped, slicing the fleshy part of my palm. Ick. Anyway, that one did require an emergency room visit and a couple of stiches.
So Paul took his stand in the open space at the Areopagus and laid it out for them: "I'm here to introduce you to this God.... He doesn't play hide-and-seek with us. He's not remote; he's near. We live and move in him, can't get away from him!" ~Acts 17