Needing an update on Josh? This one's a little crazy, but just read it.
My brother finally had a bit of an awesome-ness thing going on lately. He was given a tracheotomy, so he can use the vent through a hole in his neck instead of having that annoying tube in his mouth, because I can relate to that tube thing, IT'S NOT COOL. We are hoping that this will help, or do something, anything? K, Keep reading..
Oh hello, yes it gets better, with the trach in, his mouth is free, and his face, and his head, and his angry at the tube stuck in his face attitude, and since that all sounds like so much fun, you would have to imagine that with all that being gone, how he must feel. I mean I know how he feels, but, just think about it. The perfect comment today, happily said, was by the respiratory therapist who walked in and stated "He looks like a human being with that [vent] thing out!" lol. It helps 190% that he can wear his glasses and mostly that he currently isn't puffed up like the Michelin man. (Although being the stick figure he has always been it wasn't a bad look.
So today he starts off by smiling when he sees you come in, as well as turns his head to figure out who it is entering his room. Then he proceeds to try and talk, but he makes no noise (since the vent is still in, so that doesn't change the talking thing till' the whole vent is gone) So he is trying to talk and we are trying to figure out what he is talking about, which is really hard mind you, and he has the same frustrated face as he did before all this happened, so it's definitely Josh, thats for sure. (at least I know now that he didn't get switched while moving between hospitals, or I'm just hoping that he remembers that I am the greatest sister on earth) Later, he thought he could write, and he took the pen and went to town… and there on the paper, after his "feeling accomplished" face was on, when he handed my mom the clip-board back, were a few scribbles, and maybe a circle, but it turns out he writes exactly like his sister did when she was on the ventilator, it must run in family. I for one have never written that horribly in my life
So I had a little fun with this update since he was having a good time today and was happy with the visitors he had. Also he was doing incredibly better since the trach was placed paired with the medications being tapered all combined almost turned him into, well him. Even though I sucked at being a lip reading translator I tried my best, but just so you all know, he actually looks just like Josh, so you should go visit him before he comes all the way back to his all normal Josh-like self and stuff. Because then he will be making fun of us all and being rude and stuff. Lol, just kidding.
My Mom and him are down there alone now plotting things I think, so I was trying to think of things that might make him happy, and right now I cant think of anything except for like Fuego (which we have yet to sneak into the hospital) homemade get well/rock on posters and things like that, anything that shows some love for his room. It's ICU so they have some restrictions, but I saw a room with balloons so who knows.
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I may have almost lost hope, but its still hangin in there. Those prayers, thoughts, etc, they are getting it done!
Did you make your wish?
...Or is it the beginning of the Mayan apocalypse? Either way! It's 11:11 on November 11th 2011 and I'M STILL ALIVE. (With my new lungs if you have forgotten) Obviously you are much alive as well, so WoooHoo! It's only gonna happen once more for a billion years!! (I might have made that up who knows..) Which will be tonight at 11:11 PM. So Happy Veterans day because it is that day, all the soldiers have been making sure we have a free country to live in and stuff, and don't forget to make a wish, because you just never know!
And here is my contribution to the obsession:
The surgeries went well, or at least I assume since I decided to sleep for 3 days after and I cannot remember seeing any of the doctors. (There is a follow-up soon so no worries) Amongst the 5 incisions from the fundoplication to correct acid reflux, I ended up with 3 more making the total incisions for this operation 8. Although small, from 5 of them being laperoscopic, my entire chest and abdomen look like World War III considering the scars and incisions from previous surgeries. This MAY be my record, if I don't count the larger incision from my transplant. But it is for sure my record for individual incisions in one surgery.
Anyway, it is safe to say I am port-free and have no way other than my arm/hand to have an IV in for a procedure. So I will avoid that at all costs for sure! My port being GONE is on one side completely insane, since I have needed the thing since I was 3 years old, but the other side is that it's a complete miracle, because I REALLY DO NOT need it right now, at this very moment, or really at all since I haven't used it for almost an entire year. (besides bronchoscopes which the port wasn't really needed)
The port removal took two small incisions, while the spot on my scar that was acting up took one. The transplant surgeons decided to see if they could remove a stitch of some kind holding my ribs together since it might be the culprit of my scars irritation. So far I changed the gauze and everything underneath looked good (steri-strips) sorry for the queasy ones. (photo below) I have never felt so good after surgery before. (not counting the 3 days of semi-unconcious-ness and a 103 degree fever) But eh, that was nothin' lol. Slept right through the worse of it.
Just because October happens to be the month I was born, it's actually my favorite month for another reason… I. LOVE. CARVING. PUMPKINS. Some year's I might have been too sick, or this or that, but I always tried to find a way to carve a pumpkin for Halloween, because I almost ALWAYS could.
Anyway, without much more rambling, here are the 2 I carved this year After many failed attempts at trying to carve a lame fake pumpkin. Which was apparently be carve-able - not my idea. But I attempted and after 15 minutes I was covered in styrofoam. After that I kept going until a piece between two pieces I removed caved in, FAIL. PS. I Allllmost had the fake pumpkin looking like I wanted it too… I am blaming it on styrofoam and the design I chose.
And finally, to clarify a few things, #1 is a paw but I know you knew that, thats a spider not a scorpion, and the little pumpkin in the bottom right window is a baby pumpkin and his first tooth. Just sayin'.
I purchased a Smugmug gallery in October of 2 years ago for my birthday. Mostly to try and improve my photography, but turned out to that it was used more for sharing photos and adventures. Gotta love sharing!! Either way, best purchase ever. I have been trying my best to keep it up since my transplant soooo…..
In other words - I've been updating my photos people!!
GO CHECK EM' OUT!
First off, people are amazing. No matter how many times you or I may think otherwise, there are A LOT of amazing people in the world, and a lot of them in your own backyard. You just can't ever, NEVER EVER, let the people who are rude, ruin the fact that amazing people are out there, everywhere, most just living humbly while being wonderfully awesome.
With that said, I need to fire off a massive (in terms of words) list of awesome people that I must thank particularly today, which I must start with my donor, the person whose life had to end too soon and had a very bittersweet ending, since theirs ended at the very beginning of mine. Their healthy lungs fueled my brand new life. There are no words to express that thankfulness to a person who basically passed away only to give you the chance to survive in the world with people, the ones you love, and the ones who love you back.
People, it may have really only been one's life that changed, but many people are the reason that my life is the way it is. The reason I have this gift and second chance.
Next I must talk about my donors family, the idea that they had all the power in the world and in all their heartbreak to say yes or no to organ donation, YES OR NO!! They had the power to pretty much decide if I lived or died because I didn't have much left. This makes them 1 in a million on the list of people that I am more than extremely grateful for, I very possibly may not have been alive without them and their selfless decision. It is very possible, almost completely, seriously, honestly, am 100% certainly, possible that if I were to encounter these people I would either pass out, or be completely SPEECHLESS. Or most likely both. It is just too much sometimes knowing they are out there, grieving the loss of their loved one, while I am living some of the best times of my entire life. Lastly I must thank my family, friends, and my larger than normal group of people who form the greatest support group I could have ever imagined to have in my life, without them, this second chance at life wouldn't be anywhere near the same.
I know now and forever that I am and will continue to be speechless. Speechless to be alive. Speechless at my quality of life. Speechless at medical techonology, doctors and surgeons. Speechless at peoples generosity and support. Speechless <3.
Switching gears for a moment. As I sit here on my computer. Having just done a short bike ride yesterday, awaiting the weekend which I have been preparing for since I decided to go on this grand adventure for my 1 year lungiversary. I began thinking about 1 year ago. I year ago yesterday I was sitting in my bed on my bi-pap wondering if I was even ever going to be re-listed. Listed so that I would have a chance at new lungs, or even the hope of getting new lungs in the future. 1 Year ago, I knew that my lung function was less than 17% as it had been dropping and had not been tested for over 3 months. One year ago I was strapped to oxygen at 5 liters just to get barely 90% Oxygen saturation out of my Cystic Fibrosis infected lungs, strapped to my bi-pap if I needed rest, strapped to my IV which held life sustaining antibiotics that were no longer working, sucking on nebulizers with antibiotics and other things to ease my tired lungs and hopefully help the multiple daily coughing fits, strapped in my vest attempting to shake out the nasty bacteria filled mucus that plagued my poor dying lungs, strapped to my feeding tube trying to keep my weight up so that I wouldn't wither away before I got the call if i was blessed or lucky enough to even be re-listed. I was in that life, the life I had been living since my parents found out their 8 month old daughter had one of the rarest childhood diseases know to America at the time, knowing that I would not live into my teens or even that, not knowing what to expect in anyway except that I was their first child, and this diagnosis was our reality.
Lung transplant was the only reality worth having hope in for end stage Cystic Fibrosis, because no one wants to talk about the real unavoidable truth that accompanies end stage CF.
Exactly 1 year ago today I was re-listed. Finally, after almost all hope had dwindled to nothing, after the unavoidable questions started rolling through my brain. Thats when my dad got that call, the one we had been waiting for, and when he told us what had just happened we were just carrying on as normal, just knowing we needed to chill, pack go-bags like the other times I'd been listed, knowing we had to have our phones with us at all times because at any minute we could get that phone call. All the other times it had been months on the list and nothing had happened, hope wasn't as it used to be when waiting to be listed, but we had a certain excitement that only could be explained by the relief we felt as if we knew I might not die waiting for new lungs after all.
I might make it. The hope gained from being listed is immediate.
The part that is insane is what happened next. Around 10:00PM on September 15th 2010, only hours after the call alerting us of my re-listing, my dad received another a phone call, from the University of Washington, saying that they had lungs, they had new lungs for ME. Yeah, it was a bit hard to process, when only moments before we had gotten the call of the re-listing, who would have thought? NOT US! We both hopped in the car in a heartbeat, knowing we would feel better if we were already down there, my mom staying to pack last minute items in case she ended up down there for three or four weeks at a time, and attempting to call our close friends and family as well as she could, while other friends carried out the phone tree we had prepared months before. We arrived late as my dad was driving slow, slow driving and an already 2 hour drive equaled A LONG TIME IN A CAR WHILE PRACTICALLY DYING INSIDE. We were both in extreme shock and barely exchanged a word the entire way, this can't really be happening… that is all I could think.
It just a dry run. Its a dry run, I know it. Everyone had a dry run and I hadn't had mine so this had to be it! There is no possible way I am getting lungs tonight, that is just insane.
Or so I thought… Upon arriving at the hospital, after 1:00 in the morning. I was placed in an ICU room, the ones post lung transplant patients were taken to after their surgery. I changed into hospital attire and they told me to get comfortable and sleep if I wanted to, which felt like the farthest thing from possible to try and achieve at that moment. Eventually I passed out around 3AM probably from stress or sleep deprivation, who knows. As I woke up only hours later, it all seemed so weird, friends started arriving and family stayed close, all not knowing if this was going to be their last goodbye or a shared group effort in good thoughts so I would know that all these people would be there when I came out of recovery, and they would all be exactly the same. Either or we sat around, now September 16th 2010, trying to ease the feeling of anxiousness mixed with worry and a tiny bit of heart failure shaken in. They kept pushing back the time they were supposed to come get me saying, 1:00pm is the time, then 2:30pm etc, which made us even more on the edge. As nervous as we were, as soon as we finally calmed down a bit and began to set up a game, they came.
HOLY SHIT! And we're rollin'
Rolling away was, well.. I have no idea, it was like a moment of blackout, because there were only 2 thoughts in my head at that point. Here I go, I am either going to wake up with new lungs, and a second chance that not very many people in the world have been given, or I am going to die on the operating table.. Right then at that exact moment, rolling away from my mom after close to 10 failed attempts at getting an IV in my wrist artery for arterial gasses and other things, also proven good for taking your mind off of what was actually happening, I came up with a conclusion to fix every feeling I had had since the time of the call. This was it, I had a good run, I did everything I could in every aspect of life and I was content, If I came out alive, it was a bonus, but I wasn't afraid to know I might not wake up. I was only afraid of the people I would be forced to leave behind, all of them, the ones I loved.
1 Year Ago TODAY I Woke up with new lungs.
And here I am. Who am I to thank? MY DONOR OF COURSE! As well as doctors, nurses, & family.
I won't even begin to bore you with the facts, in other words, what I've been able to do since the day I walked out of that hospital less than a year ago, but, breathing 100% of the oxygen that I was meant to breath just had to take a detour. Lets just say RoadTrips, VisitingFriends, Snowboard, TrainMyDog, Hiking, Biking, Driving, SpendingTimeWithFamily, TravelbyPlane, Running, & among other MiscellaneousAdeventures I LIVED IT UP!
HERES TO YEAR NUMBER 2!
I NEED TO FINISH RAISING ALL THE MONEY NEEDED TO RIDE IN THE TRK-TRI-ISLAND IN 5 DAYS!!
Come on! Help me out!!! Send this to your friends, family, everyone you know because every $1 helps fight for clean air and lung disease and will help me be able to ride in the Trek-Tri-Island bike ride on my Lungiversary (my 1 year lung transplant anniversary)
Don't take it from me! Read about the various foundations and associations My team and I will as well as your donations will be supporting for this ride.
As most of you know I, and my teammates, must raise $750 each to go on my 1 year lung transplant anniversary bike ride. It's a 3 day ride in the San Juan Islands conquering a different Island each day. Oddly enough all of the proceeds and donations go straight to the American Lung Association to batter lung disease and fight for cleaner air for all. The team will be sporting American Transplant foundation jerseys to show some support for my donor and their family as well as support organ transplantation and donation. I REALLY WANT TO DO THIS! If we do not come up with the $750 each it will either have to be paid by us or we will not be able to ride. (I really do not have that kind of money You can click here to see my fundraising page)
There was an article in the Ferndale Record Jounral written about the ride and my Cystic Fibrosis/Lung Transplant life. I must raise enough money to do this ride!! Thank you for reading and considering donations, every $1 will help!
A little more background informations to annoy you into donating to this awesome cause!
So I have been very excited to be working towards going on this bike ride that just so happens to be on my lungiversary, exactly 1 year since my life was changed, saved, prolonged, whatever you want to call it, I WAS GIVEN THE GIFT OF LIFE, because of doctors, nurses, my support crew, and of course my one and only donor who was selfless enough to share their organs, so that others could live in the event of a tragedy, as well as their family for acknowledging those wishes. That is who made it happen, and because of them, I have had one of the best years of my life. Not only because I am ALIVE, but because I am healthy and I am living it up!
Please consider donating to my team as we need $750 each to participate in this. Oddly enough all the money goes to the American Lung Association. It was pretty random that I looked for an event to participate in on my year mark of having my new lungs, finding a bike ride to wear my new team transplant jersey, AND having the money go to the American Lung Association. So there you have it! I need $750 times 3 so HELP ME OUT!! This is going to ROCK!
My exciting find of the entire year:
important background info: I HATE PUDDING
A paint sized container of Real Fresh (I imagine its incredibly fresh) Ready to Serve (I guess this part could be true) Chocolate Pudding (Which I cannot confirm since I was afraid I might need to call HAZMAT before I opened the thing) I'm assuming it is a pre-1990 7 lb can of pudding.
Apparently they still sell the stuff... but it looks less like the can I found with just the same branding, making me still believe that my can is circa 1990 or older, I wasn't able to find a date… I'm thinking the only thing this stuff is good for (7 pound can) is pudding wrestling matches or something hahaha (I'm thinking you'd need about 5-10 cans to fill a kiddie pool. Anyway, I was pretty excited about this treasure, if thats what you'd call it...
Hazmat team preparing to remove hazardous pudding material from Real-Fresh Ready-to-Serve cans which were transferred into kiddie pools for the soon be annual pudding wrestling match.
I cannot believe its been almost a year already Time flies, and doesn't at the same time. I mean, I know how long its been in reality, but it seems like I've been privileged with these lungs for a lot longer than I've had them, and to think that for like 3 months I wasn't even home yet, and even longer I was recovering, it's just INSANE!! Considering the time I've had to do things and what I have accomplished, again INSANE.
I am over half way through the first year with my amazing new gift. Of all the things I thought it would be and of all my hopes for this year, dreams and expectations. Everything I am grateful for has been doubled and tripled through this experience, and the time I've been able to spend with my new lungs has been an incomprehensible addition to my already extremely awesome life. My new lungs, which have somehow changed basically every aspect in my life, especially my abilities, the things I have accomplished since, and my future goals overall. It is just a matter of time before I hope to move on to bigger and better things as I continue my new life with these lungs.
It's still quite difficult to comprehend that doctors are even able to transplant lungs. What boggles my mind is my ability to participate in many things I had not been previously able such as travel, (by plane, ferry and long car trip) without the worry about much of anything related to my health, or anything else really. It's still impossible for me to even imagine the things that I have done since my transplant such as running, biking, hiking, snowboarding, as well as the traveling among many other things. Most things I had not been able to do for years before. Some things i was never able to do. One thing that is a huge blessing and change is the ability to make plans, whether it be a week, month, or year in advance. Most people wouldn't think anything of that, they plan things all the time and expect to make it, but when you are chronically ill, you really have to wait for the day before and even then you might not be able to do what you had planned.
“No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.”
I don't know what I can do other than thank god and my donor everyday and live my life to the full so that others can be inspired by it. More importantly, so that others will realize the life changing effects that the decision of organ donation has. The incomprehensible change it will have on entire groups of people, including, but not limited to, friends, families, random passerby's, not to mention the recipient who's life is forever changed with a higher quality of life and a permanent thankfulness that can never be taken away.
So today, before my lungiversary, my 1 year anniversary with this so gracious gift which I have been so blessed with, I just wanted to reflect on the awesomeness of this life I have been given and my thankfulness for my donor, their family, my doctors, nurses, family and friends for getting me to where I am today, keeping me alive, supporting me and giving me this opportunity and chance at a whole new life, something many people would dream of, even better than winning "the car" on the price is right!!
I would thank my donor from the bottom of my heart, but for my donor my heart has no bottom.
I recently decided that I LOVE road biking and I cannot wait to get stronger and gain confidence doing just that. I already knew I liked to go fast (cars, snowboards, etc) but the thing about now that's different from before is that I have the ability to participate in self propelled fastness that I was never given the opportunity.
I once rode my moms bike, YEARS AGO, a little ways down hill (didn't have to pedal at all) and after that I wanted to ride it forever, so there was always something there, but obviously biking without being able to breathe or walk doesn't work too well.
So I always said the first thing I would do if I got a transplant was get a road bike. Well I did just that! But before my transplant I purchased a spin bike to start practicing, which didn't go over so well, I could ride the thing maybe 5 minutes and I basically just gave up. That was another on of those "it sounded like a good idea at the time" moments….
Meanwhile it sat there as inspiration, a really expensive inspiration, in hopes for the day I could ride it forever. Turns out it was the best decision yet! When I was finally able to return home from the hospital I was on that thing constantly. Before I knew it I could ride for an hour without stopping. That said, it was time to hit the streets!
I got a road bike for Christmas and I was very eager to test it out. Still limited by strength and endurance my first couple rides were on completely flat road with a wide shoulder, and I made it barely 5 miles each time. Soon after I was riding 10, 12, and even 15 miles a lot in town an in traffic which I had been scared to death of not long before!
One of my most memorable rides was when I tried to spectate a race that my mom and her friends participated in, which was a half marathon (13 miles) but little did I know it was almost completely straight uphill!! Needless to say it was hard watching runners pass me by and not making it to the finish in time to see my mom. I was also planning on taking photos (which I packed my camera among other things into what turned out to be a really heavy shoulder bag) but I made it nonetheless!!
Besides that, I felt accomplished the day my mom and I ride over 30 miles, and now I just hope to keep adding onto it from there!!
Rube Goldberg is a cool guy.
According to Wikipedia:
A Rube Goldberg machine, device, or apparatus is a deliberately over-engineered machine that performs a very simple task in a very complex fashion, usually including a chain reaction. The expression is named after American cartoonist and inventor Rube Goldberg.
I have always loved chain reaction stuff and have been fascinated with peoples patience in making these things. Recently I came across one Rube Goldberg machine that really caught my attention because it's new school and "techy." The part that caught my eye the most was all the camera gear and technology. Check it out when you have the chance if that's your thing!!
Click here for the article: Rube Goldberg Machine Becomes World's Most Complicated Camera
|The Trip-mobile we barely fit in.||One of my firework captures.|
Thought I would share a story about my my recent trip, which was part of the reason for my break from blogging. I got to go on a week long road trip to eastern Washington, Conconully to be exact, where I got some camping in. (Always excited about that!) But wasn't able to use my new tent since it wouldn't fit in the car, my mom, cousin and I packed a bit much so that was the most difficult part. After a few days in the heat (I think it was around 80-90 degrees) we wished we had more air conditioning. So we ended up driving to Walmart twice (it was quite a drive over an hour round trip, since I suck at directions), partly to buy stuff, but also because there was A/C in the store, in the car, and there was CELL PHONE SERVICE!! Both times we went we actually had a list of things to buy from the parents, but we handled them well and brought everything back just as they had asked.
|Wondering why the double chin...||Grand Coulee!!|
I had a lot of fun being cut off from the internet and phone for that long (and civilization pretty much). It was actually really nice. The heat wasn't as bad as I had anticipated it to be but standing in the sun where there was no shade while everyone was swimming in the lake was HOT and it hurt, even with my SPF 100! My dog Axel decided he liked to swim while there, I am assuming its because it was so hot and the water felt good but he swam a good 6 feet out into the lake to get the stick more than once. I decided I still wanted to be careful with swimming so I didn't swim much.
Another neat story from the trip: Our parents went on a bike ride one day and they stopped because they had to drive a ways in the car first so they got out and randomly found a puppy that had been abandoned! (No collar, no-one in the near vicinity seemed to know anything about it etc) So they brought it back for us to take care of until they returned home! Turns out they are keeping the puppy as their own! So no worries, Copper has his very own family now! AWWW
The cool thing about the trip is I didn't need a ton of medications as I used to, I wasn't sick AT ALL, and I was able to just take in all of everything! I passed a lot of places that I had always wondered where they were, such as the Gorge, Grand Coulee Dam, etc.
After we left Conconully we kept heading east to Idaho where we stayed around Bonners Ferry. It was nice being out of a tiny town because where we stayed was awesome grassy and had lots of trees, also it never seemed to get as hot as it did in eastern Washington. We didn't have to sleep in the tent the whole time so there were choices for my "princess and the pea" cousin haha. I found out a super strange thing while there, as I have been having trouble with pain in the night and morning around where my incision is. Sometimes I cant even sleep at all without tylenol. Well while sleeping on the hard ground in Conconully I did not have one issues with pain from or while sleeping. Right before my transplant I purchased a brand new mattress and apparently it must be WAY TO SOFT, either that or I am going to sleep on the floor for the rest of my life. If I get a good night sleep I shouldn't really care where I slept! My only idea was to put a piece of plywood on my mattress… But I finally found this out after the first time of not sleeping on the ground and the pain was right back, even sleeping in a tent trailer.
Other than that, we hiked in Idaho at a lot higher of altitude than where I live and I barely seemed to notice any shortness of breath so that is TOTALLY AWESOME! The other thing I thought was super cool was that I "floated" in the river (while tied to a tree) but I was excited anyway, besides the water that was like -500 degrees, I was having fun after I finally got used to (or numb) the water.
We decided to end the trip well with an epic overnight drive. Even though we were all pretty much in a trance on the way home and it was probably less fun than being all awake and talking and stuff I think it turned out better for Axel (as well as all of in the car together) since it wasn't hot at all. I ended up driving from around 1:00am til after 4:00am and my mom drove the rest, but that is probably the latest I have stayed up in over 4 years. On the plus side of the night drive, I swear I saw the best stars and THE HUGEST big dipper I have ever seen in my life! SO COOL!
All-in-all a very successful trip I say! Besides the fact that I had to rearrange the trunk to make everything fit every time we took anything out! (I am not saying a word because I packed more than my share as well as Axels things lol)
Be sure to check out my pictures by clicking here and check back for my favorites as I will be using them for my Photo365 project! Thanks for reading!
Since twitter is the new "thing" all popular and what not, or at least I think, lol. I started getting on it more often and meeting some cool people. I also become somewhat addicted. Like I really needed more internet to want to pay attention to, but oh well!! Most of the people I follow are post transplant, cystic fibrosis, people waiting for transplant, as well as some "in real life" friends, so its nice to have that connection with people.
I thought it might be fun to share a few of my favorite "favorited" tweets that were posted by others. Most of them turned out to be quote and sayings, then I posted one that made me laugh at the end!
Worry is a down payment on a problem you may never have.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like. -Will Smith
Inner wisdom is more precious then wealth. The more you spend it, the more you gain. -Oprah
“A goal is not always meant to be reached, it often serves simply as something to aim at.” ~ Bruce Lee
Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. -Eleanor Roosevelt
Fate decides who walks into your life. You decide who u let stay, who u let walk away and who u refuse to let walk out.
Dear whoever is reading this, you're beautiful and someone out there is crazy about you. so smile. life is too short to be unhappy.
And a funny one to end on: