I don't know if I'll ever meet someone quite as clumsy as me. The other day playing volleyball I tripped over my own legs in my haste to get the ball. When I walk around the counter in the kitchen, I'm thankful when I don't bang my hip on its corner. I stubbed my toes so much when I was little, tripping over nothing, that Stub became my nickname. The list goes on. So, if you struggle with clumsiness, you've got a friend in me.