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Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

Hans Christian Anderson

Less than one year ago, today, this horse crushed my pelvis, broke 5 ribs and punctured my lung. Yet, here I am, nursing this same horse back to health. My son and daughter keep saying, "Why? What the f....! Are you nuts?" Maybe. For me, doing nothing to any hurt creature, when I can help it, is as bad as forsaking a friend in need. Besides, a girl just can't help it!

When you find yourself a little gloomy, look around you and find somebody that is in a worse plight that yourself: go to him...

This is me covered in velcro weed. There is a story to be written here; enter Stephen King. Like he said, "It's a dirty job but, someone has to do it."

I have so many ducks, I don't know what to do.

They are turning my crystal blue pond to poo!

Living in the past is not for me, yet I write my memories about it. I don't like to say, "I was or I did". I still am. I keep this picture to remember the family members who helped make me what I am today. I keep that picture to remember them before life, in its cruelty, took them away and they began to fade.