Pearl Harbor Day. RIP all you who were attacked this day 68 years ago. That was the day my grandfather joined the Naval-Airforce. He fought in the Pacific Arena and was the last pilot to fly Ernie Pyle, the famous War Journalist. My Grandfather floated for days in the Pacific after his plane was shot down. They told my Grandmother he was dead. She went into labor with my Uncle and after giving birth days later my Grandfather walked into her hospital room and almost scared her to death. They remained married forever, only death parted them when my Grandmother passed away after heart surgery at the age of 76. Why do I bring this up? The testament to love I suppose. Out of Love for Country, men joined up after Pearl Harbor was attacked, for Love of Wife my Grandfather hung on to the remains of his plane. For Love of each other my grandparents stayed together through good and bad. LOVE! The most powerfully positive emotion on Earth.
Love is what keeps us going, lack of love can turn us bad. The love of my family keeps me going. Today I read that a new friend has to go under the knife, again. Suffice it to say, it is a scary knife, with risk. I don't know this woman well, I only know her through my connection to Cancer. We've never met, but I love her. I love her strength, I love her candor, I love her need to fight for her life. So I ask that you pray for a complete stranger, give her your love and hope, because she deserves it. Her body is being attacked by Kamakasi pilots. This is her Pearl Harbor, and I am Uncle Sam telling you, she needs you. So pray, chant, send healing energy, good vibes to her. Her Name is Beverly. That's all you need to know, it will get there.
I've been struggling with a chest cold this past week, and although I don't have that "Chemo" sick going, I don't feel that hot. I'm getting better, so don't worry about me. I'm tough, a real tough chick. I have lots to do this week, finish the taxes for Sarah so my CPA doesn't have a cow, go to dance class, coach, and do the laundry, and somewhere in there do better at my chanting, and my P/T. If I can pull myself out of the funk I've been in, I'll be more productive. This cold knocked me down, but now it's time to get up. Get up and fight. I owe that to Beverly.
Nite!
Light and Love!
Melissa
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