Becky Bacon fell today and cut her head really bad. She has a concussion and is really weak. Pray for her. The only good thing was that at the time, she was taking a donation check to the EMT’s, Firefighters, or Police--something like that--and the place was crammed with EMT’s who knew immediately what to do. She said her clothing was so blood soaked that she threw everything away.
I watch myself carefully anymore. They say that the number one thing that older people do that is dangerous to their lives, is to fall.
I received notice yesterday that my book “The Letter” has made the list for a national award. This is so strange. I am the same person as I’ve always been. Nobody. And then I turn 80 years old, write a book, and people read it. and I’m having a hard time taking it all in. Who would have ever thought such a thing? I didn’t write it to sell books. I wrote it for all of the people who were children back in the 60’s---and saw their parent walk out the door to go fight in a war that nobody wanted. And get spit on when they came home.
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