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I am starting to feel the negative effects of stress.
This weak body of mine was not made for the life style my mind envisions.
All is well though, everything turns out just fine, better than fine in the end.
I may not look it, but I'm happy, under this tired face, I am smiling.
My sister told me today that, our house director, the lady that runs Martha Cook, came up to her and asked her if she had been the one to write a book about Geneva. My sister told her no, that it had been me. Marion, the woman's name told her that it had been such a nice thing to do. That Geneva had shown it to everybody in the house and was soo pleased with the end result. She felt that it had been such a special thing to do, for someone to notice her and make something for her. Marion saw the book and thought it was so nicely put together and it was evident that a lot of time was put into it and that was such a kind thing to do for Geneva.
It doesn't get any better than that. Not that the work is recognized or praised, not that it recieved a good grade, but that it impacted this woman's life in such a positive way and that she appreciates the end result so much, it means the world to me.