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1) The Prince and The Art of War by Niccolo Machiavelli

My 6 year old believes anything is possible. I hope she can hold on to that a long time. At the age of 4, she did what I saw as the impossible. Therefore, so it shall be done for all.
I am away from my garden and my yard. I have found a new peace out there in the dawn. I will miss all of last years hard work and landscaping. My daughter came up with this idea, and I thought it perfect. I had a herb garden last year, but never did anything with it.
I want to select herbs that will grow well together, harvest and use them. Any help would be great.

When I was 12 my mother died of Primary Pulmonary Hypertension. Basically, your lungs over work your heart trying to acquire enough oxygen for your body. Leading to CHF.
That was a little over 20 years ago. My mother would have been about the 8th person to have a transplant. She was afraid and choose not to. Which I can not blame her.
I have now have PPH and am on the transplant list as we speak. I started out #8 on the A (blood type) list, and now am #1 on the list. Everyday I am fearful for that call to come in. I am only more afraid of leaving my family behind.
I have been sadden at the confusion around organ donation. Confused myself by the ideas that people believe. I want to find a way to teach people the truth. I have been an organ donor from the age of 15, I am also working with 2 Universities to donate my lungs for research. Maybe this will help further treatments in case my children should get it. Only 1 in a million people get PPH, and only 10% of those are through heredity. My sister and I both have it = 100% of my mother’s children.
When you have completed the journey God has for you, you leave behind a piece of yourself, so others may continue their journey.

We have always had everything we need, but we can have so much more. I was preparing my account for taxes this year, and was surprised at the extra that went out. I want to set a budget that is easy to follow and doesn’t stress everyone out.

As a young child, I would spend my summers at my aunt’s house in Dallas. As she went about her daily errands, I found it amazing and almost like a fairytale. I want to write this story down for my children and to thank my aunt for such a wonderful memory.

When I was in high school, I had to read the classics along with everyone else. I loved them! I remember running from class to class just to get a page in. Then came graduation, 1990. Hardly a book read. I want to read becauce I can, not because I am assigned to.

Everyone seems to use the word excited about this and that in my life. I would say EXCITED is not the right word. I am away from my family, waiting for a lung transplant. I am not excited, grateful for the chance of life, but not excited about the road I have to take.