I was born October 30th, 1970.

 

The story as I heard it was very exciting.

My mother was painting my baby room and she ‘forgot’ to open a window.  My father came home to find her acting goofy and weird.  He loaded her up in his pickup truck and was rushing her to the hospital when, out of the blue, she kicks the windshield out of the truck.  Her bare feet had been up on the dash, but she just decided to kick the windshield out.  My father hit the brakes and they slowed down and my mother just opened the door and jumped out of the moving truck.  She rolled a little.  My dad knew better than to try and pick her up so he called an ambulance.  At the hospital they were very concerned for my condition so they induced labor and pulled me out with forceps. 

I was fine, and except for being a little puny and susceptible to frequent bouts of pneumonia, was a ‘perfect’ baby.  Always smiling.

 

 

My Humble Beginnings

By Amber “Oh Lord It’s Hard To Be Humble” Whitmire