Two years ago, I traveled over 8000 miles on behalf of anoxic brain injury awareness in an old motorhome that anyone could have broken into at any time. I stayed in dark RV parks, Wal-Mart's, truck stops, and behind convenience stores and casinos. Some people believed I should carry a gun. I put God behind the wheel and gave each day into his protection. 8116 miles later, I safely arrived home in Boise. Never had a problem and not one mile spent in fear.
I lived in Japan on military bases during the 50s and 60s when we were constantly reminded that the "Communists" were only minutes away. We had frequent air raid drills and spent the Cuban Missile Crisis in our high school at Naha, Okinawa watching the ships gather in case we needed to be evacuated to either Guam or the Philippines where they would eventually match us up with our mothers. I made up my mind then that I would not live in that kind of fear again.
I have spent my share of life on the wrong end of a gun and will never allow another one in my house. God is in charge of my life and with him, I have no reason to fear the future or my neighbors.
Follow me on my daughter's journey to recovery after a sudden medically unexplained hypoxic brain injury, her 16 months of recovery, and her sudden cardiac arrest that eventually took her life. This is about my beloved Brenna and a mother's reflections while she was ill and after her loss. God has sent me on a journey to use her story to help and educate others. The opinions on this blog are based on 6000 hours spent with My Brenna over a 16 month period.
Playing Dress Up
Brenna wearing Mama's hat.
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