Looking back and realizing that today is my wedding anniversary gives me a desire to crawl back into bed and start over. It was a sunny day, May 26th, 1979 when I took a plunge into darkness at a little Catholic chapel in Fox Meadows, little knowing the horrible mistake I was about to make that would change my life for the next eight years. That I survived to tell this story, so others could avoid my fate is all
I can do.
I can relate to the zookeeper who was bitten by the tiger two days ago. I wish him a speedy recovery and hope that next time he will get to bite back.
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