MY TRIP TO OUTER SPACE...by DOTTIE STACY

All I wanted to do was go bowling. The last thing I remember was throwing the ball, and the next thing I knew I was on a weeks journey into outer space. Most people think I live there, but I really don't. When I returned I brought a friend with me. At least I think he's my friend. He's attached to me at all times and won't go away, so I'm assuming he likes me. I do have cause to wonder though when I'm awakened in the night with a klonk to the head. He's hit me in the mouth a couple of times,and, I woke up in the night with my eyes looking directly into spikie little nails. Just a bit creepy. His name is "External Fixator." He fixes broken bones. People either stare at it like it "is" from outer space, or they try to pretend it isn't there. People are strange...I told the doctor I thought it looked really weird. He looked at me so funny and said, "Not to me..." I wanted to say, "Well, your're a little weird, too", but I didn't. (The drugs you know.) So, I guess my friend will be with me for a while. I can really hate him, and moan, and groan, and complain, (especially when he has to be cleaned! ooh,eee,eek,yow!)or I can be thankful for such a friend and "embrace" him. (Thank you for that advice) I think I'll choose the latter. It gets really hard sometimes, but, with the patient, loving, and wonderful care I'm getting,... what in the world do I have to complain about! Psalms 138:14...I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.