Your “Just in Case” Insurance[vc_row css_animation="" row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern"][vc_column][vc_column_text] I used to get made fun of as a kid. I was the one who came to school with a backpack as big as I was, filled to its capacity with school supplies. From pencils to gauze pads (just in case my pencil slipped when writing notes and I cut my hand, of course), I had it all tucked nicely into my scoliosis maker. I blamed it on my mom. I told my snickering peers that she was overprotective and I had to lug around my “just in case” bag to keep her off my back. But really, it was all me. I was the epitome of a boy scout – always prepared no matter what situation I was in. It was in my blood and still is.
27 April, 2012