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Imagine you are stirring out there in LA-LA Land, your tranquility already disturbed by the thermomoter-blood pressure brigade, and are awaiting the morning's culinary delights that pass for 'chow.'

Know you'd just as soon be down the coast a bit at the MCRD, eating with these guys --

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While you wait, you perhaps will appreciate a Feast of another Kind -- The Daily Bread that The Mayor serves every day of the year on The Finest of FR -- today's 'serving' most appropriate to your situation...
Click Here to reach it..

Part says "Jesus is both our Great Physician and our Friend, and He promised that He would never leave us nor forsake us (Hebrews 13:5)."

This thread is proof of our regard for you, TC, your friends standing in the gap with you in a difficult time, praying for God's love to surround you and for Him to guide your caregivers.

You and I know the Road Map is always held in His hands, and are willing to go forward according to it, wanting only to be of use to Him while we lope along at a steady pace..:))

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Remember our long ago joke?
Just don't be like these little guys (Big Grin..) --

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and trip over the tiny sandals on your big feet...:))

Until later....

~ LadyX

Maggie, thank you so much for leading me to another of the Mayor's tributes to our Lord and Savior.
Someday I'd like to sit down with the two of you and talk about His love and grace. I'd keep the coffee coming if y'all would keep your knowledge flowing.

Thank you, dear God, for allowing me to live in the presence of these two examples of your love.

Maggie, I think I'd rather eat here at the hospital, and, unless PI was a lot better than MCRD, you would, too!
But I have a vague memory of your likening for the chow line at PI...........

Now, that Guide-On waving in the sun makes my pulse race a little harder.

"DRESS RIGHT, MARINES!"

"DOUBLE TIIIIIIIIME,...HARRRRRCH!!"

Yeah, I'd give a lot to be back there with those guys for a little while.

One of my memories which refuses to die is that of an army of centipedes marching across the Arabian Desert with their thousands of little gold buckles on their sandals shining in the sun as "Bolero" drifts across the desert.
LOL!

I suspect you have that same memory, and I'm sorry no one else has the slightest idea of what we're talking about!