The healing on my leg.

First, it's important that you know how the injury occured. I was walking through the city one morning a few days before my first trip to the hospital. I met a homeless person and helped him push his cart a ways. We chatted as I helped him, talking about friends and the wonderful weather. I hit a dip in the road and in order to keep the cart upright banged my shinbone on the cart, causing a huge gash. I've been clumsy before, in the same spot as a matter of fact! The second trip to the hospital, the gash as well as ANY sign of this injury disappeared!
Overnight!
I went to bed AT the hospital with a big scabby scar, to wake up to no scar, no gash, and no scabs in the bed.
Our first meeting with Dr, Olden, afterwards, he asked how I was doing. I said, grinning, "With a healing on my leg, I'd say I'm doing pretty good." He responded, "Well, I wouldn't go that far." (Who asked him too define MY experience FOR me???)
I dismissed him in a letter by telling him psychiatry was a dog chasing its own tail, and to practice his diminution-of-experience-voodoo on someone else.

 It's interesting to note that we replace EVERY cell in our body each seven years. How does the first scar remember where it's supposed to be? How was my DNA for that spot on my leg changed? I don't know. It doesn't matter to me!

Why wasn't I cured of AIDS?

This I DO know!

I identify with my fellow "sisters"! To cure my AIDS would be to ignore THEIR sacrifice.
Besides, their parting advice was very practical:
"Dave, take your pills!. The're magical too!"

The "magic show" I expected after the first trip to the hospital was not the magic show I got. I got an even BETTER one! It's STILL going on!
It's a PSYCHIC magic show!
 
 

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