Who8dmous
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Words can never adequately convey the incredible impact of our attitude toward life. The longer I live the more convinced I become that life is 10 percent what happens to us and 90 percent how we respond to it. I believe the single most significant decision I can make on a day-to-day basis is my choice of attitude. It is more important than my past, my education, my bank roll, my successes or failures, fame or pain, what other people think about me, my circumstances, or my position. Attitude keeps me going or cripples my progress. It alone fuels my fire or assaults my hope. When my attitudes are right, there is no barrier too high, no valley too deep, no dream too extreme, no challenge too great for me. - Charles R. Swindoll
I took this picture after an ice storm.
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Home! I believe everything we do, every mistake we make or every experience in life is to learn. We are to take that learning and use it in whatever manner comes along; to help someone having trouble going through something, and yes, even ourselves. If we don't learn, we will go through it again, given different people and time until we do learn.
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                                                         About Me                                                          

I am 50 years old (chronologically), female and divorced my husband of 20 years, in 1992.

                               To all you men out there thinking, "Ok, another one of
                                       those women that take everything her husband has worked
                                       for", try again. When I left my husband I had $5 and my
                                       younger daughters bedroom furniture.

An older couple in the small town took my youngest daughter and me in, knowing I didn’t have a car, job or any income. Several people in the community donated items for a yard sale to pay for my divorce.

My first boyfriend was Bill, an ex-Marine and Vietnam Veteran. Bill built up my self-esteem and self-confidence, made me believe I could do anything. Most people, including his family, were afraid of him. For some reason, I knew he would never hurt me, even the day we were standing in the kitchen cutting up vegetables for dinner when he turned to me and said, “I think I need to go back to the VA hospital………I’ve been thinking about cutting you up with a knife.”

You see, Bill had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Oh, the stories I could tell about life with him too.

After 5 years of being together, we parted, still in love, staying best of friends. Soul mates touching for a brief time to help each other but not meant to be together. On July 28, 2003 a man ran a stop sign, hitting Bill on his motorcycle killing him.

I am still growing from the things I learned from him.

I am a survivor.

Okay, so much more to my life, but hey, I would not change a single thing! I like the way I am and I would not be me if I didn’t go through and experience so many things.

                                You might be wondering why a single female would need two vehicles.

I lived in a 1970, 12X60 trailer in the middle of the woods on a rented lot for 10 years. No furnace, I heated with a wood stove. I loved it, it was mine and I could save money.

In 1992, my mother had an emergency double mastectomy. We were told they could not get all the cancer and she had approximately 3 months to live. Hmmmm, she is now 88 years old in 2006, and living in an apartment of her own.

I need two vehicles for security in case one breaks down. I’ve never been able to afford a new car and I was the only person and transportation my mother had to get to the doctor, get groceries, be there when she needed something, as my brother and sister live in Florida. Besides, if I can’t make it to work I get paranoid.
To Be continued....