A Blessing In Disguise At eight years of age, my biggest problem should have been deflecting the names of Bucky Beaver and Nerd. My teeth protruded from my lips, my bangs hung in my eyes, and my bobby socks sagged at my ankles. What place do saggy socks have in the mind of a child when my parents sit me down one day after school and tell me, “We aren’t your parents’? Thinking I …showed first 75 words of 906 total…

…showed last 75 words of 906 total…taught me that I didn’t have to keep secrets anymore. Not too long ago, I sent Debbie a card and on the front to had two little girls sitting on a seesaw, smiling at each other. It read, “When I think of the closeness we now share…I wish we would have known each other when we were kids.” Why is it the worst things that happen to us are often blessings in disguise?