. . . and then I couldn’t talk.
January 5, 2009
Ping, ping, ping. There is something about the sound of sleet hitting the ground. It makes me feel quite cozy in our warm and happy, imperfect home.

The sleet falls as tiny marbles of ice, many times melting soon after landing. This particular visit from the sleet lasted longer than usual since it lingered for several hours.

The penny gives you an idea of the size of the tiny, cold marbles of ice.
Speaking of pennies . . .
I was just three years old. Momma was driving Bre and I to the library (we were in the backseat). My sister Breezy decided to show off and said, “Hey, watch this!” So, little me watched.
She popped a penny into her mouth, showed it to me on her tongue, then shut her mouth. I was shocked at what she did next: she made a big, dramatic gulp. When she opened her mouth the penny had disappeared. She had swallowed the penny!
Shutting her mouth again she gave me a mischievous look and reopened her mouth. There sitting on her tongue was the same penny. Wow! So, I asked for a penny and decided to try it myself.
In went the penny with a big gulp. My intention was to bring it right back up just like Breezy did, it couldn’t be that hard. But the penny didn’t make it all the way down — it got stuck.
That was definitely not the smartest move I have made in my life.
It was stuck in my throat.
Bre, in a nonchalant manner, told Momma that I had a penny stuck in my throat. Up to that point, Mom hadn’t realized what we had been doing — if she had, the “penny eating” would have been stopped before one even entered either of our mouths.
Dearest mother immediately turned around to look at me and see if this dreadful news was true. It was. She turned back around said something about going to the hospital (which was near where we were headed).
Momma instructed Breezy to hold her hand in front on my mouth to see if I was breathing. I was breathing, but I couldn’t talk.
Frantically, Mom drove to the hospital, all the while looking in the rear-view mirror. About five minutes later, right before we arrived at the hospital, I said, “I swallowed it.”
Bre and I explained what had happened, which was followed by us getting in trouble.
The penny was retrieved the next day. What lessons we learn!
So, my tip for you:
Do not put pennies in your mouth, and even more importantly — do not swallow them.
Have you ever swallowed something that wasn’t meant for swallowing?





























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