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November 2, 2004
How I wish my car wasnt broke.
Being dependent on other people to get to work, to the grocery store, to the doctor.
And then you have the people who dont show up to help when they say they will.
If I lose my job, he may lose a limb.
I may pull the last few hairs he has out of his Oompa Loompa looking head...is that a felony? Here I sit waiting on him again tonite. Will I make it to work tonite?

I can still look over at the Grandbaby sleeping and feel the calm that I need.
That, my friend, is unconditional Love.