Haunted houses…scary costumes…horror films…jumping at the tiniest noise… Yes, Halloween has crept up on us. I like the kids’ aspects of it, the fun of it, but not so much the scary parts (lol, it’s all too real to me). Why is it that some people like to be “scared to death”? I had  to google it. The last one rather surprised me.   AI came up with five reasons from good sources. First, there can be an adrenaline rush, which can bring on feelings of excitement and pleasure. Sec

Lonely or alone? It can be a frame of mind. I have been in both mental places at different points in my life and I definitely prefer alone. “Alone” gives us freedom; it let’s us decide what we want to do and who we want to be. It builds our character, heals our hearts. “Lonely” can bind us, cripple us, dig a pit below and around us and fill it with pain. It says we NEED someone else to be happy, to live the best life, the best us. Do we need others to be happy? Not really (or

A friend of mine has a friend (we will call her Penny) who was hit by a falling tree. She ended up paralyzed from mid-chest down. She was 46 years old. Still fairly young and plenty of life left to live. Think about that. Put yourself in her shoes. A tree  fell on you, you are embolized, and you don’t know how it’s going to end. Will you survive it? Will you have lasting issues? Can you feel your legs? How would you react?   A few days after the accident, my friend went to vi

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