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                Indeed. Masking terror was something she developed in her carreer. I am very grateful to her. She has been such a help to me. If I needed to cry or fealt frustrated she understood and helped me through each and every recovery.
                
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                    EJ_Norris
                     on September 19, 2015 at 12:41 PM
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                your mother certainly did the right thing. I am sure she was praying hard but to ensure that you kept calm and to cover her anxiety she turned her prayer into a little song.
                
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                    Kabu
                     on September 19, 2015 at 12:25 PM
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                Oh my! Glad you came out of that predicament alright. God is indeed our father and protecter. The segment was the beginning of a long strand of treatments following me to this very day. It was a long road, but I'm nearly there. As for a pasty, I've never had the pleasure of eating one. I've only read about them in a favorite book series. They sound delightful :)
                
                    posted by
                    EJ_Norris
                     on September 19, 2015 at 11:29 AM
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That was frightening, I guess you were trying to make magic cobwebs, or something similar. Good for Mum, her moral raising ditty must have helped. Once I was in the passage in our bungalow, I could not have been very old but for some reason I scraped the silver off the back of a big old mirror it must have gone down my throat I could not swallow, I said to my Mum, 'Shall we pray to God?'  I can't remember what happened but we didn't pray. I bet you are careful when you make a pasty.
                
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                    C_C_T
                     on September 19, 2015 at 10:54 AM
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