When we first arrived in Grants Pass Oregon I recall staying with Aunt Bilye. One evening it seemed like my nose would not stop running. I was in bed and kept trying to wipe my nose dry on my sleaves,then my arms, then other parts of my pigamas. I got up and went into the living room where all the adults were. They looked at me in astonishment because I was covered in blood. Somehow I got a nose bleed not long after going to bed and was wiping it where ever I could. This seems to me upon reflection to indicate that one day I would be covered in blood, but not my own, rather the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ.