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A Story of a Brave Little Girl

There once was a little baby girl born with a sick heart. Little light blue fingers, lips and toes. She was cute and loved by almost all. Relatives either were drawn in by her big eyes, gentle manor and laugh or they were afraid of her in fear of "breaking her".

With all the love and support anyone could wish for, life was extremely rough and trying. The best analogy she could make was that it resembled running on a track with hurdles, where each one is significantly higher than the one before.

One time she tripped and stumbled over the hurdle. In her mind's eye it seemed to be the highest hurdle yet. This was a blow she did not know if she could recover from. All of her smarts and good sense of humor could not pull her out of the black whole that seemed to be sucking her down.

It was like the tornado scene in The Wizard of Oz and it was literally sucking the life out of her. Turning her blacker and blacker. Her head knew that this was not right! Where had that fun loving-loving, singing, hurdle jumping little girl gone? Why was this grown up coming apart at the seams? Everything was her fault! Her good traits such as organization became a hassle and living day to day "pretending" to be happy seemed downright impossible. Everything she had fought so hard for became worthless, overwhelming, and never quite good enough!!

 In her usual fashion she sought the help of outside resources. She worked really hard to the point of breaking like a shard of glass. This was the first time she ended up in the hospital in a crazy state. I mean to say sick, but it has been a process of treatment, reflection and acceptance to learn the difference between the two. If cardiac illness can effect your head, why can't your thoughts effect your heart?

It was this realization that led me to see how strong and beautiful I truly am. My beauty transcends my physical body. People often think I am taller than I am because my strength, voice, and humor transcend my physical body and short petite stature.

I hurt but I did not break, I did remain in one piece. I came out the other side shiny, refreshed and polished. I am strong, beautiful, powerful, and my destiny is my own! I forever am and will be Bionic Woman in Wonder Woman's body. Only from now on, it's on my terms!!!

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  1. AnonymousMarch 7, 2010 at 8:42 AM

    Yes you are!!!!!

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  2. anthonyMarch 7, 2010 at 5:43 PM

    You are one of the strongest women I know and I am proud to call you my friend.

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