Inspiration or Curse?

When I was wee little thing my dad dubbed me "Biff". Yep. This is the nickname my dad gave me when I was learning to walk. He says it is because I fell down, ran into things, rolled off things, etc. But what baby doesn't? As I grew older I continued down the path of being clumsy. Not only in my walking, but in most areas of my life. And as I look back on these 22 years I begin to wonder "Did my dad curse me or was it inspiration to what I would become."

Some incidents that come to mind:

1. In 2 days I injured both my thumbs. No, not in some awesome way. Pure clumsiness. Oh, and maybe some stupidity. What 22 year old burns her thumb on the cigarette lighter in the car? Or cuts her thumb pretty bad while cutting an orange?

2. How many times did I fall on BYU campus? I started to count but then the number just became ridiculous. Snow, rain, or sunshine. Didn't really matter I could find a way to end up on the ground. I will just pick one from those 3 different weather conditions to share with you. Because I know you are dying to hear them.

Rain- This wasn't too horrible. I was walking with a group of people up to the Marriott Center for a basketball game. It was a group that I just started hanging out with and so they didn't know me very well. We are walking a long and next thing I know I am on my back on the ground.

Sunshine- Walking across campus, enjoying the sun, and leaving a voicemail for my friend. I am leaving the library so I have my backpack on full of books and everything. I still don't even know how this one really happened. But ka-blam I was down. And the best thing it wasn't straight on my back. Because I had a bruised knee, bruised elbow, scraped up hand, and a broken phone. It was quite a scene. Pass-byers didn't know what to do: ask to help me, laugh, etc. I just laid on the ground, raised my hand up, and said "I'm okay."

Snow- This time I was actually talking to a friend on the phone. I think he still doesn't know that I fell while talking to him. I was coming down some steps about to cross the street by my apartment. I slipped off the top stair and landing in a pile of snow on the side of the road. All the cars at the intersection stopped. I got up and just walked across the street. And my friend just kept on talking.

3. I have destroyed a number of cell phones. The one I have now is a trooper. It has been through countless drops (including a 2 story drop onto cement), dropped in water twice, the battery being lost in countless places (fields, my car, etc), and many other things.

4. I can't walk in high heels. No joke. It is always a ridiculous disaster.

And I am going to leave it at that. I had others to add, but I don't think I need to. So I am not sure if it was inspiration or a curse. But either way I think I live up to the nickname.