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Dear ,

You are quite funny, my dear. You are not too far off from describing Bobby.

She lived in the desert in CA, a little cowboy settlement where they went to

church in the saloon. They had shoot 'em out shows for tourists. They might

have even had a little brothel there, too. LOL She can give you the website of

the place. She would have been on the first wagon train to Oregon and

California during the gold rush. She is not one to hold back or go forward.

She is my hero and my buddy and that's no bull.

We all do what we have to do. If you find yourself in deep water, you learn how

to swim or drown. Who are my heroes? The ones who came before me and took the

harshest drugs like Skip. I have never heard him complain. There are the

people who had BMTs, they are everyone's heroes. Then there are the doctors who

are our saviors, and I can't forget their nurses who work tirelessly beside

them. It never ceases to amaze me when patients are treated so poorly and

overlooked or perhaps even ignored because they are too shy to speak up for

themselves. I want to go and be their advocate and knock some heads together.

There are unsung heroes whose names we don't know because they work behind the

scenes and those who work to raise money for research. They never get the

credit they deserve. They do this for people they don't even know, how

unselfish is that? The people who bring me a wheelchair when I get out of my

car are unsung heroes, too and you for posting your message.

Carpe diem,

Lottie Duthu