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An act of kindness

I'm sitting here, at my mothers desk, at an almost loss for words.
Where do I begin?
What to say?

With all these questions flowing through my mind- the past few days come back into perspective.
I had two days off this week, yes you heard correctly, TWO.
What did I do?
Other than limp around because my ankle hurt? Um... still a ton.

On Wednesday was my rest day, time to tend to the garden and myself.
My garden, by the way, is looking FAB-U-LOUS.
I have two pumpkins, a yellow squash, four heirloom cucumbers, snap peas, carrots, red beets, AND I just noticed about three heirloom tomatoes growing on each plant, so NINE so far.
Exciting news- I know.

Honestly, I didn't do much Wednesday but hit the farmers market and make a few new necklaces for my fundraiser.

Thursday I had an appointment at Kaiser to donate platelets.
I headed to my parents house early for some delicious blueberry pancakes.
And let me tell you, I never thought one could OD on blueberry pancakes but I have a nack for making the impossible POSSIBLE.

This world is very small.
Let me tell you.
I was walking toward the donation center and I run into my dads neighbor.
Hes 6'a billion with legs my height so needless to say- he walks fast.
He so graciously accompanies me to my appointment and mind you, my ankle is not OK.
If someone video taped our walk... his strides and my attempt to keep up- Hilarious!

I think, because I donated, my immune system wasn't working at full capacity because once I got home and was around my dad(who's had a cold for two weeks) I felt ill.
Immediately.

Although I felt sick- things had to be done.
MY JERSEY.

One of our coaches for Team in Training will be donating $100 to the best decorated jersey on the team.

One day.
$40 bucks.
59 beads.
5 needle pokes.
and 4 hours of sleep later.





Several amazing jerseys that there were three winners.

You bet one was me.
Expect nothing less.

Till next time,
Peace love and happiness.