There's an ad running on TV now that shows a man looking at a wrecked car, and thinking "This Subaru saved my live--I'll never forget that." Before he leaves, he takes the knob off the gear shift as a momento.
I felt like that today. I was doing some cleaning up, and I tossed an old pair of tennis shoes. They're old--the outside is grungy, the lining is torn, and the soles are falling off.
But these are the shoes I was wearing the day I was bitten by the rattlesnake. If you look closely at the tongue of the left shoe with a magnifying glass you can see a tiny hole where one of the snake's fangs pierced it. Only the other fang got me. Because of that shoe, I got only a half dose of venom. Might not have saved my life, but it may have saved my foot. I'm grateful.