I wish I could go back and talk to that young girl that was me. I wish I could tell her not to put that 1st nasty cancer-stick to her lips. I wish I could make her see that there will be nothing in her life that she will come to regret more... I can't, so I'll just say I'm sorry, and forgive myself for all the years of abuse I heaped upon those once young and healthy lungs- and go on from there. Here's to the rest of my Life!
Happy Holidays Everyone, 🙂
Dixie
N.O.P.E.
