So today I did something I've been meaning to do for awhile: I took the ACES test. If you're curious, here it is:
My score? Four. As I read various articles about this, I came upon this little nugget:
"As your ACE score increases, so does the risk of disease, social and emotional problems. With an ACE score of 4 or more, things start getting serious. The likelihood of chronic pulmonary lung disease increases 390 percent; hepatitis, 240 percent; depression 460 percent; suicide, 1,220 percent."
I have at various times in my life felt like a walking, talking miracle, but never dared say that to anyone, lest they think me a narcissist. But now I know: I AM a walking, talking miracle, at age 56.
Hopefully, the miracles have only just begun!