My mother claims that I was always a very sensitive child. She lovingly jokes that I am a cross between the disciples Peter and Thomas. What you see is what you get with me – passionate, outspoken, analytical, and transparent – all to a fault. Constantly reminded of my strong personality traits, the perceived affects of the same, and a highly touchy emotional barometer, I have envisioned that I live life much like a human pretzel – twisting and turning to afford damage control.

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Here I am, as I am each morning sitting on the left hand side of the recliner couch with my coffee cup filled. It is freshly brewed Cutters Point coffee of course, Fisherman’s Blend. My bible is open and I am reading over the prayer requests that the ladies filled out on Friday. This is my favorite time of day. Whinny, the long haired brown-black cat is looking at me. More like staring intently. Usually I am petting her by now and so she is waiting on me for that. My hands and thoughts are elsew… Continue