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This may be an odd thread. But working in healthcare I know how the power of prayer works...whether you believe or not. I'm sharing time with my sisters and dad sitting by my moms bedside. Mind you I'm only 34 so my mother isn't that old. She had a large aneurism burst. Should not have made it they say. Or even be alert and talking as she is currently. Very blessed/lucky. She isn't over the hill yet. As good as she has responded/recovered. There is a chance for stroke or vasospasms. These can cause stroke symptoms. The next day or two are crucial for survival rate. Along with the next 21 days. It's a daily hurdle to be alive in her case. She has a 50/50 chance at making if through alive. I have hope and faith. I never thought the week that I got and loved a new small 21 again that I would be spending Christmas Day shortly praying that mom doesn't die.
We all know the anticipation of waiting for a CRK in the mail. The countdown while tracking the shipment. The excitement of unboxing and opening your first or many CRKs you already have. I have carried my small 21 with me everyday to the hospital and will continue to do so. Even taking a break with some alone time to clear my head and taking it apart to clean. Adding some Nano-Oil to smooth out even more. I sit here reaching out to strangers. Brothers and sisters with the common passion. On Christmas Day asking for prayers for my beautiful mother. I'm not perfect. Made mistakes. Said things I wish I could take back to her. Broke her heart many times.
With the meaning of life on this day. I beg for hers. She loves me still. Sat by side in birth while I was dying when so young, little and fragile. She once held my hand and prayed, wept and asked God for me to live. God I ask you to return that favor back to me. I sit here holding her hand. Praying for the same. This aged hand in mine, prayer in my thoughts and my CRK Small Sebenza in my pocket all giving me hope. God Bless all. And to all of you a good night with your family, mothers and CRKs.
-Patrick
We all know the anticipation of waiting for a CRK in the mail. The countdown while tracking the shipment. The excitement of unboxing and opening your first or many CRKs you already have. I have carried my small 21 with me everyday to the hospital and will continue to do so. Even taking a break with some alone time to clear my head and taking it apart to clean. Adding some Nano-Oil to smooth out even more. I sit here reaching out to strangers. Brothers and sisters with the common passion. On Christmas Day asking for prayers for my beautiful mother. I'm not perfect. Made mistakes. Said things I wish I could take back to her. Broke her heart many times.
With the meaning of life on this day. I beg for hers. She loves me still. Sat by side in birth while I was dying when so young, little and fragile. She once held my hand and prayed, wept and asked God for me to live. God I ask you to return that favor back to me. I sit here holding her hand. Praying for the same. This aged hand in mine, prayer in my thoughts and my CRK Small Sebenza in my pocket all giving me hope. God Bless all. And to all of you a good night with your family, mothers and CRKs.
-Patrick
he's always carried a SAK with scissors and tweezers his whole life. When G.W.Bush came to town. He hid it behind a fence while walking up to a secret service check. Funny.
