tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post6127585007154388039..comments2023-11-05T13:34:32.798-06:00Comments on A Lady Reveals Nothing: Baptism by FireA Lady Reveals Nothinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03880590243726405527noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677956361341394724.post-10760020851552691142010-05-09T21:29:40.467-05:002010-05-09T21:29:40.467-05:00I too was baptized. I used to be a germ-phobe wit...I too was baptized. I used to be a germ-phobe with OCD. I couldn't pick up a dirty washcloth at my parent's home. Then I backpacked across SE Asia and my phobia was healed. By healed I mean things In Asia at times are so disgusting that by the mere fact your body can survive and maintain against such insurmountable filth and germs... well, it puts everything into perspective. If I could use a stall where the guy in front of me just ralphed and shat himself at the same time and still not die from it, I figured I'd be okay touching my parents kitchen wash cloth. It changed my life. When I returned I was about to chop vegetables on a dirty (5 day old) butcher block and Annie was like, "What are you doing?" And I told her, "Hey, we survived an entire summer of God knows what and never got sick (its true, I found out I don't get sick from food anywhere) and now you're concerned about this filthy butcher block?"<br /><br />Guess what, we didn't get sick from it and I'm free :0) <br /><br />markAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com