I am cursed. You guys would bust a gut if I told you everything that's happened to me. I've repeatedly been told I should write a book.
I volunteer to work at a radio station and they get bombed by the KKK. I volunteer to drive co-workers out of town to an important meeting three hours away and my gas tank springs a leak in the middle of nowhere.
I'm driving friends to school and my 1 year old car's gas line bursts apart.
I've known more people that commit suicide or get murdered, or just die in their sleep. I was out of state for a week for work and I left my kids with our neighbor that had three girls that were my girl's best friends. I get a call from my oldest daughter, around 8 years old saying "mommy, you need to come home, their mommy won't wake up and she's dead and we're all alone".