Her dad is a friend of mine, he was one of my grad-students, he just got the Masters. He's a lawyer. He worries about me because my predecessor killed himself and he's a little bit afraid that I'll go that way too. Actually, we all think my predecessor was murdered, but that's another story.
You can just see the top of the open-heart surgery scar on my buddy's chest. She's five now, and the doc's want to go back in a repair some veins or something, her oxygen count is only fifty percent or so. So, probably next month.
I forget her name and I'm ashamed to ask again at this point. Please join me in wishing her luck.
Monday, September 8, 2008
My Little Buddy
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good luck, smiley
I'll pass it along. (I admit that at first I thought this comment was a sarcastic reference to me)
No, i meant her beautiful smile in spite of everything. You could learn something from her Fred. (This was not meant to be sarcastic)
If you ask her to draw you a picture and sign it then you would find out her name or nickname. Ann
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