I met my husband quite by accident and fate. I was getting ready for work

one morning and I had just finished curling my hair with a curling iron.

As part of my usual ritual, I unplugged the curling iron and threw it on

my bed.

I took off my robe and sat on the bed to put on my underwear. As soon as

I felt my searing flesh I realized what I had done, (burnt my butt big

time!). During the day the burn had obviously blistered up and I knew I

would need some sort of professional help for healing. Too embarassed to

go to a physician, I went to a pharmacy to find out what I could put on a

burn for comfort. I was in an aisle trying not to be noticed when a

pharmacist asked if I needed help. I didn't even look up at him and just

hearing his voice, I knew I would love this guy standing there. He asked

to see the burn I had to tell him where it was. Embarassingly we both

laughed. He directed me to neosporin and gauze bandages and I left the

pharmacy with a crush.

I frequented the pharmacy for the next two weeks to see him and try to get to know him more. He was very shy and I finally had to ask him out. I asked him to a baseball game, we dated 9 months, got married, and after 17 years of marriage we have 4 kids and are still in love....most days!

Sincerely,

Suzanne Schieffer