March 18, 2017

The first time my little brother saw my wrist was at dinner.  It was a hot day, I was wearing short sleeves since the tissue had healed over.  He asked me what happened--my heart stopped. I looked down at my left arm. I had forgotten my bracelets.  

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March 14, 2017

A life is a precious, precious thing.  Sometimes we take it for granted, more often than not. More than taking life itself for granted however, we take the people in it for granted. We think to ourselves that they will always be there- waiting for us at home. They coul...

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