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The Good | Counting Sheep, and by Sheep I, Again, Mean Blessings 

Did things ever go so consistently well for you that you became suspicious?

I’ve had people come up to me and tell me that they don’t envy me for the handful of major misfortunes in my life, but I have to say, even the bad parts of my life are pretty great for bad parts.

Consider this. My dad died when I was 11. He was a great dad, though, if a busy one. Some people get terrible fathers. Not only that, but I got a new dad a few years later, and he’s a fantastic guy.

My lung collapsed a year and a half ago. I lived a few miles down the street from one of the area’s best hospitals, they hauled arse to save me and I only spent six days there before I was good as new minus the wound from the chest tube. Even there, it healed quickly and cleanly and it didn’t scar much.

I have a terminal illness. Of the many mutations of the defective gene that cause my illness, I have one of the less severe mutations. People have been paying through the nose to keep me alive since I was little, I’ve only had to do extended hospital stays a few times, there are a ton of treatments considering how rare the disease is, it’s well-supported by charity, I look more or less like a normal person despite the damage done to my insides, and by the middle of next year a compound correcting the basic defect my broken genes have caused will be seeking approval.

I’m underweight, but I’m very tone and can eat whatever I like.

My eye bleeds and looks funny and is bruised, but I have outstanding vision. I recently developed a minor astigmatism but the doctor said a chance exists it could resolve itself.

I can’t run for long distances but I can run really flippin’ fast while I’ve got momentum going.

I was actually going to keep going but to already get to “sprinting” this soon is sort of a point in itself.

One day in the 9^th grade I was running late for school. I missed the bus and threw some gel in my hair, thinking I could comb it when I got to the bathroom on campus. It was an extremely windy day, and almost a mile walk. When I got inside and saw a mirror, the wind and cold had combined to set the gel in a swept crazy hairdo that was more trouble than it was worth to subdue.

I suspected this was going on while I was walking, and was about to curse the wind when I realized all the other times that I was glad for it. To everything there is a season, indeed.

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