I burst out crying and Jackie sits on the couch, bringing me on her lap and wrapping her arms around me, "Your okay. Your fine," she whispers, "Nothing happened."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune