Reflections 4/6/2020: As funny as this phrase is, it really captures the absurdity of our life right now! Touching my face can be deadly! How did that happen? When I kick the bucket I want a story worth telling! Like the time I jammed a screwdriver into a wall socket and discovered the jolt of electricity! Or our homemade zipline with a rusty pulley and cable we found, that we built over a small canyon and was engineered so poorly that the braking system was a giant tree trunk to slam into. Or the horse wreck that knocked me out for 2 days and stole the sight from my right eye. Or the time on the Navajo reservation, when we (my brothers and sisters), chased a whole herd of wild horses into our neighborhood’s communal yard and stampeded them through grass and swing sets and clothes lines! And only by the grace of God was my 9 year old body not trampled by a charging stallion! Now there’s a story worth “going out” on! But it is what it is… my face can be fatal! I will have to strap my arms tightly to my side to survive this pandemic. I am a constant face toucher! My hyperactivity has me gnawing on cuticles, patting my bald head, sculpting my chapped lips… the list goes on! I’m a sure fire goner if the virus enters our home! Lord, don’t let cancer or corona take me out! I want to exit this world in a blaze of glory!