Ya’ll need to read about this superwoman of a friend that I have. 🙂
At last year’s children’s Christmas party, I was a little grenade. Bandaged cannula on one hand and dancing like I was being paid on the other. There is a video of us showing you how to ‘go down low’ (Hi Sheeba) hidden somewhere. After the party, I went to the hospital for a ‘routine drip’ and ended up spending the night. By my side were 5 of my closest friends who took turns watching me. I thought about it, and if God forbid anything had happened that night, I would still be happy. I would know I gave 120% to something I loved and had people with me who loved me too.
I honestly believe some of these incidents occur so that I can never forget where it is I have come from.
This year, my anticipation was twice as much. I barely slept the night before the party. We…
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