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Emerald Fields

(May Birthstone: Emeralds) 1935 On May 2nd, I attempted to enter the world, feet first. To save both Mother and baby, the midwife's cruel hands reached in and flipped me over. My lack of cries, a clue not understood. 1942 Nighttime seizures, memory lapses, confusion. Pills for Epilepsy prescribed and normal life restored. 1971 Prayer for healing, in faith, stronger than a mustard seed . . . Ask, and you shall receive. Pills dumped in the waste-bin. Suddenly, freedom came, as soft wind which caresses emerald fields of grain. Matthew 17:20, Luke 17:6, John 16:24 RSV

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Paul Callus

Date: 11/22/2014 5:55:00 PM

So you are not fussy about revealing your age:) I wish many others were like you! Thank you for sharing parts of your private life; makes you likeable and humane. Prayer and faith can, up to a point, be great alternatives for medicine. #7 // paul

Cona Adams
Date: 11/23/2014 2:26:00 PM

Thank you, Paul. No, I've never seen reason to lie about my age. I'm simply thankful to have made it to this point. It's certainly better than the alternative! My mother lived to 93. I tell everyone I've got at least 14 more years. :-)