I'm not going to get into a religious argument here, everyone is entitled to their own religious ideas and beliefs.  I don't go to church, I haven't been through the doors of a church in many years, but I do know one thing from experience: Faith heals.  I'm going to share something with you all; when I was eighteen, I died three times and my surgeon gave me less than a ten percent chance of living! Well, my family had me "put on a pray list"; I'm still not exactly sure what this does?  But, I do know this–something woke me up!  I was in a sort of coma; my husband tells me that summer of 98 was horrible!  He said a huge storm went through our area and into Charlottesville VA where I was hopitalized; he told his mother, "Mom, Hollie just woke up!".  Now he had no way of knowing this, but I did wake up!  I remember there was lots of turbulence in the ICU; intercoms were going crazy, the generator was kicking on (I think) and people were running up the halls!  My point is this:  I feel that that storm was sent for me…crazy huh?  Keep your faith….that's all I'm saying.

Thanks…I am glad I recovered also!  Maybe my purpose in life is here….with you fine folks!  But seriously, I feel very blessed; I've been through a lot that's true, but I still feel like there is much to do!  Wow, I just read that again but I'm going to leave it just like it is because I think everyone else would like a good laugh; I'm very skilled with limericks, "There once was a lil old coup, that allowed in just one stup….she finally learned, meeting adjourned, and now we talk about soup"!  See, I can be crafty!