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Sleep apnea — I’ve had it since I was a teen or earlier. Why did it take me to age 63 to actually get help? The reason might be my age. Although I had inflamed tonsils as a child, no one thought to look for obstructive sleep apnea. I had frequent nightmares, dreams of falling which jolted me awake, uncontrollable daydreaming, and an inability to respond assertively in stressful social situations.
Every year, The Contributor editors gather a selection of poetry from the year to highlight the work of our Contributor Vendor poets.
Some people are born and it’s as if every aspect of life is planned out for them.
When one really wants to learn, then and only then will the teaching and teacher appear. The fullness of life is a very occupied event to be explained. The universe is full of expiring people and marvelous events that are good and bad according to the expectations of the various minds eye within this whole universe. Taking something so detrimental as getting a school education and using that education in society to survive and live when social media has a major grasp or deadly grip on the attention of the majorities minds eye. The true beginnings of teaching are those that came along with the fight of our existence whereas we began to become aware of the newness outside of the most comfortable area known to mankind.
Have you ever gone to the store for one thing and left with something totally different?
This book is an amazing life story of Father Charles Strobel.
A while back, a truck was stopped because of the light. I told the driver I REALLY liked her hat! Snatching the hat off her head, she said: ‘I’ll bet you REALLY like it now, don’t you? As it turns out, She was bald, her hair had been taken from her because of the chemotherapy treatments she was undergoing because of cancer. I apologized saying I had no idea what she had been going through.
Perspective becomes a mental exercise in regard to the homeless issue.
Father Strobel made a big impression on me. He was a great man. I’m reading his book now.
Cats are finicky
They have a mind of their own
They give affection
In cuddles snuggles and purrs
Without them life would be dull