My son, when about four years old, according to his grandmother, drank gasoline. I don’t think that he drank it, he touched the container and then his face and the smell panicked my mother-in-law. End of story, he survived without any repercusions. I was reminded of the incident when reading this powerful story by Stacey Ayars, my sometimes guest at this blog site. Here are the inspirational conclusions she draws from a similar incident.



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