In Baton Rouge in the 50’s, we had open sewer ditches in our front yards. As a small boy, the sewer pipe passing under our driveway was just large enough for me to crawl through. After one heavy rain, and a dare, I held my breath and went into the sewer pipe to be blown out the other end. Yesterday, lying in an MRI tube with the whirling sound of energy all around me, I was back in the sewer pipe waiting to be blown out the other end. I had a mild reaction to the contrast agent, but the instant I felt my body shift back in time, I felt a clam, for I already knew the ending. Let life experiences strengthen you in 2015.
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