Accidents happen: I’m living proof!
My parent’s planned on having three children, I’m the fourth. This information wasn’t told to me until I was in my twenties and my Dad and I were talking about condoms. He said they weren’t as reliable in the old days as they are today. When I asked why he thought that, he told me that though they loved me as much as any of their other kids, I was the result of a faulty condom.
As he spoke,
The condom broke.
Nine months later,
I awoke.
Thank God for accidents – as some of them are miracles! 
Up until about 4 years ago, it was commonplace in the State of Maine (where Clay hails from) to have such untimely or undesired pregnancies. It was at that time that the Connecticut manufacturer decided to print on the package, protective sleeve, and condom itself–for the benefit of all Mainers (in an effort to decrease population as well) that these devices were, in fact, “single use” only…and that tossing them in the laudry with the wool socks 10 or 12 times wasn’t a good idea.
P.S. Love ya’, Clay!!!
You totally made me laugh I think I have a few friends that were born under similar circumstances.
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