Well, I wasn't going to tell it but Mr. Korganian inspired me to share..
When I was 2 yrs old i was in the bath with my brother (5 yrs older) we had just moved into an old farm house, the water heater was cranked up all the way. I decided to get a drink from the faucet and put my mouth to the hot water side. My brother pushed his feet to my back until my mouth stuck to the faucet. I was there with the scalding water pouring down my throat until my dad came to see what was going on and pulled me off.
To keep this semi short, I was originally given a couple hrs to live, then 5 hrs, then the specialist arrived from the next state over and got to work on me. I was in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) for 3 months and they decided I would live but would never speak again my Larynx was beyond the ability to heal back and i had lost half of my tongue.
The day we were leaving the hospital i produced a noise and they checked me out, by some miracle something had changed and with speech therapy (until i was in the 3rd grade) I was talking.
Also, while i was in the hospital, churches from all over the country were coming to visit and when it was over the hospital bills were extremely high, The churches paid every cent.
I was too young to remember most of the story above but do remember some of the worse of it.
When i was 10 I started my plastic surgery process at the Shriners Hospital for burned and crippled children, it was going to be 3 visits, last one just before my 18th birthday. I went twice. I was so ashamed of myself for being there I refused the third time. The scar I had was so unimportant after seeing the other kids and what they were going through, me being there was just taking a spot away from another kid. The shriners are doing such a wonderful job and when you see them on the street, there are so many burned and crippled kids out there who would really appreciate that $1 you are thinking about hanging onto for a coke later
OK, that is my story, thanks for reading