there's still hope
This past weekend, after sitting in mind-numbing heat at a track meet, my family joined another for lunch.
The subject of my niece's clumsiness came up, and as can only happen with family, the subject of my clumsiness came up.
People who know me now, know the athletic Dawn. The Dawn that can walk down (and up!) a set of stairs without injury. The Dawn that can navigate a hallway without ramming into it. The Dawn that can cut a slice of cheese without requiring stitches shortly thereafter.
Oh, but back in the day. *shakes head*
I think that's why I've been able to excel in sports (I mean, once I stopped falling over everything). I had such a high tolerance for pain after (continuously) falling down (and up!) stairs, falling off of my bike, cutting myself, getting stuck on fences, and various other calamities.
So yes, dear brother, there's still hope for your awkward daughter.

























