I was born March 26th 1957, I remember my parents telling about a young boy who nurses would bring to visit me. I caught penemonia when and was admitted to the late just after the fire. My parents later told me I was lucky for living through such an illness just like the little boy (he was much older) but was told he was good company for such a little girl. Always on laying face down (must have been very hard for you). My parents said you were a blessing! I offen wonder what ever happened to you. I am now 54 years old, and because of our crossing paths and my parents never forgetting how much comfort you brought a very scared little girl, I've seldom been afraid of new and strange places or people.Thank you so much for making me the strong person I am today.
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