When my daughter was a toddler I was carrying her into the babysitter’s house before going into work. As I was crossing the street my shoe caught on something and I fell. I rolled across the street with that baby in my arms. When I was able to stand up I saw that the skin had been torn from my elbow and it was bleeding profusely. My brand new pants had a hole ripped at the knee. There was skin off my knee and it was also bleeding. I now have a scar on my right elbow. My baby didn’t get a scratch on her. I hadn’t been working that job for six months yet so I didn’t dare call off. So there I was talking to customers on the phone in my tattered clothes holding a big wad of tissue on my elbow. My boss was nice enough to give me time to go home and get cleaned up. My elbow is still scarred.
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