Once in about fourth grade I think I was standing in the hallway having an argument with my sister. Finally, I got really mad and turned to walk away - straight into the wall where my forehead hit the light-switch. It gauged out a nice chunk of skin in the shape of a half moon. I think I had a scar for a few years, but its seems to have gone away.  Other than that, I've had my share of sports injuries, but nothing unusual.
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"The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides"
-Carl Sagan
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