Unbeknownst to me, a dentist appointment was made on my behalf. I hate going to the dentist...I must have had a bad experience at some point. So I was forced to put my foot down..."My teeth are fine, I'm not going!" That old standby line always works...almost always..."Yeah you are."...How does she DO that? Then the "appointment-maker" adds, "And if you miss it, they charge us $50 bucks, so don't even think about it" Why does everything have to be about money? At 2:09PM there I am, sitting in the scare chair with my mouth wide open watching Sports Center (which I guess is on in the room to calm me...ain't working!). There's a nice lady cleaning and scraping and putting that little vacuum in my mouth, and I've got this bright light in my face and some kind of unrecognizable "fruity" taste on my tongue, just waiting for the diagnosis, and here it comes...my worse fears are confirmed. 41 years I've held off this news...kept these bad boys safe in the rear confines of my chops and it's all coming to a tragic end...28 crumb crunchers are losing 4 friends and I don't get it. Not so much that my wisdom teeth have to go, but that this fact has got me "all shook up". Maybe it's because I really thought I had a chance to avoid this calamity...I mean I brushed four times in the hour before I had to be there...shouldn't that be enough? I even thought about flossing too, but that seemed a bit extreme...they probably have ways to tell if you're not a regular "flosser," so I laid off. Tooth is, I really trust my dentist...I do...I know him well, and he even told me he's "done this a thousand times", so what's there to worry about? I go to sleep, I wake up a few teeth lighter...no sweat. So how come I'm sweating? I think it's because I know very little about dentistry. But I'm in good hands...I'm not yankin' 'em myself, you know...that'd be just plain silly...especially when there's someone I trust, who knows what he's doing. I do the same thing with God sometimes... worry unnecessarily I mean...c'mon Chris...you know that any situation in which you could ever find yourself, He's conquered billions and billions of times before without one single slip up. Why don't I just trust Him and quit leaning on my "own understanding"? Going any other direction just seems silly, and feeling anxiety over the mole hills that seem to me like mountains is not really helping either. So I'll trust my God. He never fails me. As for the dentist appointment...I think it's already been made...and $50 bucks is $50 bucks!