Yesterday morning I woke up with an old memory very fresh in my mind.  I was reminded of a day when I was a 13 year-old girl living in Winchester, Kentucky.  I had gone to my bedroom to hang my jacket on the hook on the back of my door.  I tilted my head back and lifted my arms to raise my coat up, and when I did, the sour ball candy that was in my mouth slid down my throat like a speeding bowling ball on a well-greased lane.  I couldn’t cough, gasp or breathe.  It was STUCK in my windpipe.