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Dr. Patch Adams
May 03, 2009 | 5:52AM
SCIENCE HERO:
DR. PATCH ADAMS
by Kelly Stephenson
 The dictionary defines a hero as any man renowned for his courage or feats of valor, or any man admired for his character, ideals, or accomplishments. But a hero is much more than just those things. A hero must have heart, he must be able to stand up for something he believes in, he must be caring and brave. It is not fair to call just anyone a hero. A hero must be someone special to you and someone you admire. A hero is a champion, a conqueror, an idol, and your Superman. A hero is not just anyone. A hero is special.
Hunter 'Patch' Adams was born into a strict military-like family. His father ran the household like a military institute and they were constantly moving. Due to his family's frequent moves to diverse places, he learned to accept differences in people and to quickly make friends. Although he was never close to his father, he was very close to his mother. She instilled in him a sense of humor and made him want to learn. She gave him love and attention. She was very special to him. As Hunter started school, he became known as the class clown. He goofed off all the time because he got so bored with learning things that were too easy and simplistic for him. Eventually, he became interested in the diverse world of science and math. He won many small science fairs and entered, and won, the All-Europe science fair. Soon after winning one of his last science fairs, he went to spend a week with his father, who had been constantly drunk or too busy for him and his brother before. During this time, his father told him of the wars he had fought in and of his best friend who had died while saving his life, subjects which he never even talked about before. He and his father became very close during this week. A few days after, his father died suddenly of a heart attack.
Soon after, Adams and his family moved to Northern Virginia to live with his uncle and aunt for a few months before moving to West Virginia a little later. Adams became very close to his uncle and his uncle became a second father to him. He went to school and because he was in a racist town, he stood out as a person who loved everyone no matter what their skin color. Things got better for him. He started to date his first girlfriend, Donna. He dated her for quite some time. Right before he graduated, he developed ulcers in his stomach and he began to take medicine that made him sleepy most of the time.
His girlfriend inevitably broke up with him in his freshman year in college, and then, right around the same time, his uncle committed suicide. He dropped out of college and became dreadfully depressed. He was convinced he was still in love with Donna, and he wanted her back. He became obsessed with suicide. He would go and sit on the edge of a cliff almost everyday, and he would write to or about her. He was convinced that he would jump as soon as he finished, but luckily he was too wordy.
He went to his mother right after a terrible visit with Donna, and he told her that he had been trying to commit suicide and that he needed to be checked into a mental hospital. While in the hospital, Adams made many different friends. The patients in the hospital changed him, especially one of them. One of the patients, who was suffering from loneliness, made Adams realize that he was loved and he was not lonely; he had friends. It is said that this patient was the one who gave him the nickname Patch. (There is another story that says that Patch gave himself the name, Patch, because he wanted to forgo any evidence of his southern ancestry.) Also in the hospital, he realized his passion; healing people with laughter.
 When he got out of the hospital, he knew that he wanted to help other people. He applied to med school and they advised him that before he enrolled that he should get his life back together. He eventually decided to try to enroll again after getting a job for awhile. He finally entered pre-med school in '64 and then, three years later, he entered med school at Medical College of Virginia. He loved to go and visit the hospital patients. He would make them laugh and do the funniest antics around them. His professors did not like his behavior, probably because of its uniqueness and non-seriousness.
Patch went on to start making his one dream into a reality. He believed that the medical system was twisted and that it cheated poor people. So, he decided that he wanted to build a hospital. But his dream was for a hospital back home in West Virginia, where he would prove his methods in day-to-day practice. At the Gesundheit Institute, as he calls it, doctors would work for peanuts, and patients would never be billed. After much fund-raising, his dream started to become a reality. His Gesundheit Institute is not completely perfected, but it is up and running. One person said of the Institute: "There, amongst beautiful mountains, hardwood forests and waterfalls, Gesundheit advocates are constructing a wholistic rural hospital and healthcare community based on the vision of what healthcare should be like. That means patient care where laughter, joy and creativity will be an integral part of the healing process. Healthcare will be provided without cost and doctors will carry no malpractice insurance. Doctors and patients will relate to each other on the basis of mutual trust, and patients will receive plenty of time from their doctors. Allopathic doctors and practitioners of alternative medicine will work side by side." Although he does not run it anymore, he still talks about it and tries to raise money for it.
Patch's theory on healing is definitely different. He believes that laughter is the best cure. He loves to go from hospital to hospital making people laugh and teaching regular doctors how to be funny for their patients. He "thinks every doctor should be a heart specialist -- a merry heart, that is."
Patch could be considered the most useful clown of the century. He uses his clown-like attitude for good. He has helped people feel and/or get better, he has stopped fights in the streets by just walking around acting and looking like a clown, and he has made an unforgettable impression on many. He is so compassionate and has never once had to give one of his patients a tranquilizer or psychiatric medication. Silliness is one of his virtues and he thinks that every doctor should possess it.
Hunter "Patch" Adams has been a physician for nearly 30 years, but he has been a clown for almost 40. He lives to make people laugh and feel good. He says that he is looking for a world where love will no longer be extraordinary, and he thinks that the role of a clown and a physician are the same: "to elevate the possible and to relieve suffering." Patch has been to many different countries with his clowns, trying to work his charms on the many different patients and underprivileged people of all shapes and sizes. He says that living in clown clothes is his gift to a world that he thinks is depressed, lonely, and lacking compassion.
Since he started his expedition to raise money for the Gesundheit Institute, he has written two books, Gesundheit: Good Health is a Laughing Matter and House Calls. In 1994, he won the Institute of Noetic Sciences Award for Creative Altruism. He has come a long way in his dream of the Gesundheit Institute and he has become well-known through his movie, "Patch Adams."
Patch Adams is an incredible man, and one that I truly admire. He is definitely NOT perfect, but he has accomplished so much and has more than just a good heart. He is special and everybody should know about him!
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Written by Kelly Stephenson
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Carol
Mar 27, 2009 | 8:51AM
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The Loss of a Dear Friend
This is my frist attempt to write about someone that was very dear to my heart. Carol and I met at work, and became steadfast friends. We were both single, and enjoyed so many fun times. We actually took each other to a Valentine's Dance (before you ask we both loved the opposite sex). It was probably the best date I had ever had to a Dance and she always said the samething. We both bought each other corsages, and laughed about it endlessy. I introduced her to a guy I dated one time at the dance, and they became very close. He is a good guy, but he wasn't for me, but he was a good friend. I was happy for her. She deserved this happiness. Carol had raised both her children by herself, and he had raised his children by himself. Carol's husband had no involvement in his children's life. Carol was loved by all and I always felt so lucky to have her as my best friend. We did so many things together, and she was of course maid of honor at my wedding. My husband loved her as a friend also. So seldom does that happen that everyone is so close. As we grew, Carol and her boyfriend would come over for dinner, for cookouts, for football games, etc. They were there for the births, I knew Carol's Mom, sister, brother and his family. We celebrated holidays together. My parents met and loved Carol. My brother and sister were the same way. I should have known she was more than angel in my life.
One Saturday morning my hubby and I were sleeping in, when the phone rang. It was Carol, her daughter, had been in a car accident and had died. There were 6 kids in the car, Beth had been drinking, but she was the only fatality. God was with them. I went to Carol immediately. Her family was there. I had never seen Carol in the state she was in, she had lost the love of her life, her daughter, and everyone knows that is not the natural way things happen. Brian her son went to the scene of the accident, and found that his sister had not even braked when she ran into the tree, and that also she had been drinking. It was a very sad time in our lives which we worked on daily. My husband and I were with Carol every day. Carol asked me to go with her to the funeral home to help dress her daughter and do her hair for the funeral. I told Carol they have people that do that, but she said to me"This is the last time I will get to place my hands on my child" How could I deny that.I was worried I wouldn't be able to carry out this task, but knew I had to. I prayed that morning in the shower to God to help me through this. I went to Carol's and we went to the funeral home. Her son and Mom went with us., but she wouldn't let them back to see Beth. We went back, and my friends knees buckled at the door, my husband held her up and she just screamed when she saw her. I once again told her there are people to help with this, that she did not have to. She reminded me why she had to do it. We went into the room where she laid on a table. I handed Carol the brush, we began pcking glass out of her hair, we washed it, we dried it, we curled it and God was by my side the entire time. I watched my friend work on her child's hair, and say to her "Beth, Mom is going to fix your hair just like you like it". I never saw such love flow in front of me. There was no greater love. She wanted to dress her daughter, but the funeral home put their foot down there, (as the bottom half of her body was way to mangled to be shown). I told her they needed to do their final touches on her when dressing her, yes I lied to my friend, but I did it for her benefit. She bought that, and we put makeup on Beth, which the funeral home later had to touch up. I said my goodbyes to Beth, and so did Dennis. We took Carol home and stayed with her. I would not leave her side. We went to the viewing, the viewing went on for hours. Beth's father showed up with his new wife. They stood on the other side of the casket and receiving line. Carol, and the beautiful soul she was took each person and introduced them to Beth's father. I told her I don't know that I could have done that, since the man had nothing to do with Beth, and Beth made it clear many times she needed her father. Carol would always do whatever it took to make her life easier. One month passed after this, it was Easter morning. I went to Carol's early. we sat on her balcony and had coffee and talked. I actually was the first one to start crying, and she started crying too. This was the first Easter without Beth. I told Carol she was watching us and looking after us. Carol said she believed that. We actually turned our tears into laughter over some of the great times we had shared with Beth. My daughter was very close to Beth, and missed her so much she could not even go to her funeral. It was heartbreaking. She went to the viewing and Dennis had to carry her out of there. It was too much for her. She was pregnant at the time with Austin.
The next year brought many changes in our lives with Carol. I spent more and more time with her. Her Mother moved in with her. Her mother would share with me the fact that Carol was wishing she would die. I got Carol into counseling. She seemed to be doing a little better, but she remained with the death wish to join Beth. Her boyfriend was right there with her, even wanted to marry her, but she refused. I guess if anyone could have willed themself to death it was my dear friend Carol. Shortly after that she was diagnosed with cancer, and she refused treatment. Ultimately, I lost my dear friend to God also. It was the day my world stopped. I still miss her, guess I always will. I miss her laughter, and her caring. I miss her positive attitude and helping make all things right. She was an angel on earth, and I am sure she is in heaven now, and I know she is happy, she is with her baby girl. Her wish did come true, she joined her daughter one year after her daughter had left.
There isn't a day that doesn't go by that I don't miss my best friend int he world. There isn't a day I don't find myself talking to her. There was a time I was mad as hell for her choosing to leave me. I know I will never have a friend like her again, she is a once in a life time adventure and I don't ever want to replace her. She was my hero, and I loved her as a friend.
Carol this is for you, since we are coming upon that Easter again we shared on your balcony. my tears still flow for you and for Beth. I sadly haven't remained in touch with her mom, and I miss her too, nor have I not remained in touch with Brian. It was and is still to painful to see them without Carol being there. For this I appologize, but I can't bring myself to be near them without all the pain emerging. This is the first time I have written of Carol and my big loss, and the tears are really streaming. I miss you Carol, always will. It has been 10 years and things are the same. The pain is no better. I hoped this would help me move past this loss, but I don't think it has.
Thank you dear grab friends for letting me share with you this ultimate pain I have. I will say this Carol made me a better person. She let me see life in a broader way and I try very hard to see things through her eys. Love you my dear friend, and God needed you home. Love and God Bless you, Barbara
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Update on TP
Mar 22, 2009 | 10:57AM
My Dear grab friends and especially those friends of Betty. Betty phoned me this morning, The doctors have given her no hope that her beloved husband will pull through this. His kidneys and digestive system have completely shut down and it is just a matter of time now. I suggested to her to tell him it would be ok with her to pass on. So many times when we have loved someone for many years, they don't let go and pass until they know the one they have loved is going to be okay. I have let Betty know of all your support, and that I would be there in a moment if she needs me. We decided to wait until this is all over, and then we can enjoy our visit. Please dear friends, say many prayers for not just her husband, but especailly our dear friend Betty, and her family. I am passing this on to you in hopes that you will pass it on to all you know. Love and God Bless you all, and especailly Love to you Cleve and Betty, Barbara
CLEVE PASSED AWAY YESTERDAY AT 3:45 PM....PLEASE DEAR FRIENDS AT GRAB PRAY FOR BETTY AND HER FAMILY THROUGHOUT THIS HEALING PROCESS AS WE KNOW CLEVE IS WITH GOD NOW. PLEASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON..THANK YOU, BARBARA
a dear friend Potatoe has not only written a blog for you Betty, but the most beautiful poem...please all go there and read it. Love, Barbara
http://blogs.grab.com/POTATOE/785153#comments
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Re: My dearest friend Toiletpaper
Mar 19, 2009 | 11:01AM
Hi my dear friends...this is honor of my dear friend Betty(toiletpaper, or tp are her alias on this site). Betty's hubby as you all may know has been ill for some time. She just phoned me, she is too upset to go online. As you may or may not know her hubby Cleve, and may I add her best friend for many years, is very sick. Betty just phoned to let me know that the doctors have informed her " he is on his last leg". Betty also informed me that his kidney's are shutting down, and that in the morning they are talking about giving him a trach so that more oxygen can get into him.
Please dear God, Bless my friend, Betty, and her family. Stay by Cleve and the family throughout this crucial time in their lives. Make us all strong enough to be there for them when we are needed by our friend and dear God, please let Betty feel our inner thoughts and prayers that we are saying on the internet. Betty touched so many lives everyday, I know I will only touch a few of you that know her here, but please spread the word and let them know that we are all having a grab prayer service tonight at 7pm...Thank you dear God for hearing this prayer. Amen
Friend lets all meet here tonight at 7pm in this very blog room and share a happy memory of our friend Betty, a sad memory, or a time you remember her speaking of her dear husband. Love you all and looking forward to seeing you tonight...Love, Barbara (by the way it is 2pm here in Virginia now)
Pass this on....
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Happy Birthday Mom
Sep 15, 2008 | 2:30AM
Happy Birthday Mom....Today you are 86, and you don't know it and would argue with anyone telling you that you are...in your mind you are much younger. This Athizhmer's has a good side to it. You never in your life admitted to your age. I can remember my first job, and my boss knew both you and Dad asked me how old you were...I said well she has always said she is 29...he laughed, as you would have been a kid yourself having me. Now you are. I am so glad I was able to make your day yesterday. As usual it was packed full of memories, things no one can take away from me. I will always hear you say .." I am going to come here more often, I get gifts". Maybe I need to give you gifts more often. Now, I need to celebrate your birthday once a week, before it is too late. I appreciate the person you and Dad made me. Although Dad takes no credit for it. I am sorry once again my brother could not make the celebration, one day he will look back and wish he had. My sister uses the excuse she is to far way to do this, but yet she can fly anywhere she wants whenever she wants, but doesn't put her parent's home on her agenda, she too will look back and wish she had shared more with you. We were here today, those that love you and want to spend time with you. I was so proud of Shannon, she has saved pennies to buy you that cape to keep you warm this winter. Allen, remembered your love of clowns and your collection and gave you one. Scott, is giving you his time and working on the computer for Dad, and coming over to help Dad with the yard, so you can enjoy your birds. I do hope the dress slacks and blouse fit...it is not easy to find something for your age group or mine for that matter. Clothes are geared towards the younger folks of the world. Dennis did the cooking, I did the prep and clean up. Between you and I, I think I would have rather done the cooking, but we loved doing it for you. We were all so happy you finally ate a good meal. So many times now, you tend to pass on food. You even said this time you were not hungry, but you did eat. Hopefully this morning you are enjoying your coffee cake we made with your coffee. It was one of your favorites. Most importantly, You had a fun day. I love you Mom, as you are and as you were. Happy Birthday again. Love your daughter, Barbara
PS....the picture on my icon is my Mom and her best friend, both are suffering from the disease. This blog is dedicated to my Mom, thank you for letting me share it with you.
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Grandma's Apron
Sep 06, 2008 | 6:38AM
GRANDMA'S APRON
I don't think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
>From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks,and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
>From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron,and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know, and love the story about Grandma's aprons.
REMEMBER.........
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.
Her granddaughters set theirs on the kitchen counter to thaw.
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Attitude
Aug 30, 2008 | 5:09AM
I came across this and really liked it and so wanted to share it with all of you... Hope we all learn something from this.. :)
ATTITUDE
There once was a woman who woke up one morning,
looked in the Mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
"Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair
today."? So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and
saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
"H-M-M, " she said, "I think I'll part my hair down
the middle today."? So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and
noticed that she had only one hair on her head.
"Well," she said, "Today I'm going to wear my hair
in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and
noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.
"YEAH!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"
Attitude is everything.
Have a Good Day!
Would the child you were, like the adult you've become?
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Happy Father's Day to come
Jun 07, 2008 | 9:51AM
This is dedicated to my Dad....He is the best Dad in the world. I want to take this opportunity to let you meet my Dad. My Dad when I was little, would walk in the door, and me in my playpen playing away would begin to cry until Dad picked me up. Dad would grab and hug me, and hold me, because putting me down would cause me to cry...hmmm...think I was spoiled. Spoiled with the love of this man. He would sing to me and talk to me from day one, and I never forgot that. Dad had a sixth sense about him, that was really eerie growing up. He had this way of showing up just as I was thinking of doing something I shouldn't. It was wild. Dad never missed a piano recital, a pta meeting, a church function, a school play, a birthday,or any holilday. Any event I participated in you could find both my mom and dad sitting in the audience. He entered me into way to many talent shows. He thought I was the only kid in the world that could sing and he was proud of it. Thank goodness American Idol wasn't around when I was growing up, Dad would have placed me in it. I took piano from Mrs. Jasper from the day I could climb up on the stool. When I was a teenager, and making my plans for college, Dad asked me to major in music...I wish I had a million times, but thinking I knew what was best for me went to college and majored in Business, which I used time and time again and still use. I never was happy with that so went back to college to become a teacher, and taught education for awhile, then went back to college and became a nurse which I really loved. Dad supported me in all my decisions, but I knew he knew if she had majored in music she would be set for life. Dad gave me my nickname "tarbaby" because in the summer I would be a toe-head that was dark...I tanned with no problems at all...never needed coppertone or fear of burning. I also loved to make mud pies....and played in mud all the time. Dad never got upset, Mom would because she had to bathe me, but Dad thought everything I did was funny. I was the middle child...I had an older sister and a younger brother...still do. Dad never made us feel like we had to compete for his love. It was a great feeling...although my sister and I fought all the time....and Dad would just tell us we would wish we hadn't when we grew up.
My Dad is a Marine through and through...every Saturday night we would polish our shoes, bathe, curl hair, and stand inspection come Sunday Morning before going to church. One time my Dad went to the store and bought me a new Sunday dress for Easter...he brought it home...it was a semi-formal...I hated that dress...but Mom told me I had to wear it...it was a special gift from Dad...I wore it...people loved it...but I knew they were laughing at me, or at least I thought so.
Dad told me if I went into music in college he would buy me a brand new baby white Grand Piano and have my name engraved on it in gold. He would have too. He was great. I was a stupid teen. He told me recently he wanted me to have the piano in the living room when he passed. He always loved to hear me play.
When I was little I would crawl out my bedroom window and go sleep on my friend Mr. Kaski's porch.Mr. Kaski would call Dad, and Dad would come over and carry me back to my bed to sleep.
Vacations were an experience with Dad. We were a tent camping family. Dad would get 3 weeks every year. One week we would spend on a history trip. No wonder we lived in Williamsburg, Virginia...with Colonial Williamsburg within walking distance and Jamestown and Yorktown near by.The other two weeks of vacation were spent either at Nagshead, NC or at a camping spot...our favorite being Hanging Rock, NC. One time when I was a teen Dad said for me to invite a friend for dinner...meaning one of the park rangers (jr) ....there were 3...I asked one...Mom asked one...Dad asked the other...I had 3 dates that night...we still laugh about that. Although it was fun...and pretty safe dating. One time I walked home from a park dance and brought a guy to meet Dad, because he wanted to take me for a soda...I stressed to this guy how strict my Dad was all the way home and I wasn't sure he would let me...we walked in the house....I said "Dad I have someone for you to meet"...he returns with "ok...let me grab my shot gun"....the guy ran out the door and I never saw him again...I guess I stressed strict a little to much...lol.
When at college Dad called and asked me to bring my roommate home for the weekend...anyway to get me home...I brought home my roommate, she was a little on the hefty side...but she was a great roommate. Dad made pancakes for breakfast...placed the pancakes on the breakfast platter and put them down in front of her...she ate all the pancakes...Dad not missing a beat...said.."Anyone else want pancakes?" all the time making another batch. He taught me how to make pancakes.
On my wedding day...Dad walked me down the aisle ...and the picture I have of him...is one never to be forgotten....He had this look on his face that screamed if anyone here hurts my girl...they will have me to answer to...no smile...very stern. He tells me now that was the hardest day of his life. He doesn't understand why the Dad has to give his daughter away. It took him awhile to realize I wasn't gone for good.
Today, Dad and I have a great relationship, and I will do anything for him to make his life a bit easier. I not only love this man, I respect who he has always been. Any man can be a Father, but it takes a very special man to be "DADDY"....
Thank you all for allowing me to share with you the love I have for this man....
Love and God Bless you all....
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL THOSE DAD'S IN THE WORLD HERE ON GRAB...
(FATHER'S DAY IS JUNE 15TH WHICH IS NEXT SUNDAY)
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Happy Birthday Dear Husband
May 23, 2008 | 7:39AM
Happy Birthday Dennis
The man I love is having his birthday today.
He deserves a great birthday wish from all our friends
on Grab.
As friends of mine in the Goldminer "Crazy8's room" you have had the chance to read his blogs during my surgery on
November 7, 2006.
He is a hardworking, good looking, loving man
A great Father and a great husband.
His friends are friends for life.
I celebrate this day with him and if you are not doing anything on Sunday...
stop by for his Birthday Bash
It is a cookout sponsored by myself, his children and his friends..
It starts at 2pm...
Plenty of room for you stay in Williamsburg, Virginia, USA
send your RSVP and your Birthday wishes by way of grab mail today...
I love you Dennis.
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Hello everyone...it is so nice to meet you. I am married, with 4 children, youngest being 16 years old. Oh the bliss of having a teen. I love to play games on my pc, and I do a bit of writing of children's stories, and some poetry, both of which have had some published. I am at home not necessarily by chose, but because of this darn disease, which I like to consider a condition instead. I have Paget's Disease and somedays I can't walk at all or I am in dire pain, but you won't see me those days. I am a very positive person, and I believe everything happens for a reason. I consider myself a people person, and I am the happiest talking with friends or just listening. We all need someone sometime. I do arts and crafts, my favorite being watercolor painting. I play the piano, but just for myself. Although my husband and family think I am the best, I am very critical of myself and don't see it that way. I use to teach school, middle school, English 7th. I miss it very much. now about you?
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