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I guess we are beginning to see what people in other countries that are less safe have to endure. Makes me want to move somewhere remote...
Sorry to hear about your mother's diabetes darkeyes... it sounds serious. I'm glad you understand a little of how it felt to me to be commanded to remove my shoes and be frisked and all. I'm over it now, but haven't flown since.
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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece...but to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out and defiantly shouting "Wow! What a ride!"
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