I had plenty of things to be excited about the night of May 12, I was leaving to Ethiopia the next day, I had just received a new Barbie doll, and when my grandchildren ask if I had any "back in the day" stories I could tell them that I once sliced my palm, to cover up for the fact that I have absolutely no horrible struggle stories as a child. A couple of friends came over that night and all of us kids were upstairs playing. For some reason, I was in my closet (maybe I was looking for something) and I found a gold, circular object. Little did I know it was a blade, I picked it up squeezed it in my palm and ran downstairs to show my parents. While I was running downstairs, my mom had sent my dad to check on "the kids," a few milliseconds
