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1:15p
We’re on our way home! I am laying here in my bed. It’s a little more bumpy than I thought it would be. I just wanted to say hi and let you know that I will write more later.

Oh, and I am so blessed to have so many people praying for me. Your prayers are working miracles. It may take me a week to get you all caught up. It’s a fantastic story.

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9:00p
Well, when we got back to the river camp, I got in trouble with my mother. We pulled in and parked the motorhome at the camp store. Dan had to move the work van out of our spot in order to park the RV there.

He got out.
Brandi got out.
Jaymi got out.
Robbie got out.

I looked over to the parking lot and my mother was getting out of my car that she drove down here behind the motorhome.

Everyone else got out.
Teresa got out too!

You betcha I got out! Hahahahah

I climbed down the stairs. (Thank You to the Physical Therapist and Occupational Therapist at the hospital that made me go up and down those stairs!) I told a kid to grab my walker and open it up. And quick, before Mom could catch up to me I was walking down the lane towards my river and towards my dear friend’s motorhome!

It had been storming. It poured here yesterday and it is foretold that it will be very bad here tomorrow. But as I walked down the lane, looking up to my survivor Tree waiting for me on the hill, the sun was shinning. And my spirit was shinning. I am here again. And walking!

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Hey J! Ya miss me?”
“I heard you were coming in today!”
“Here I am! I’m here!”

Your darn tootin, I’m walking all the way. I avoided the puddles and I picked the walker over the rocks. I made it.

That small voice, the one that I thought I wasn’t listening to . . . That small voice said, “Well, I’ll be darned. You did make it back here after all.” Stupid small voice.

“No, it’s not cold!” “No, it doesn’t hurt.” Yes, I really am going to walk.”

I never listened to my mother when I was seventeen and I didn’t listen to her today. I had the best time doing the wrong thing. Love ya mom, but I’m walking. She just wanted me to take it easy, wave from the window, and for goodness sakes, don’t fall down! I love my mom.

Dan knew that it was a hopeless venture to try and stop me. The kids just thought that it was mom . . . Walking to her girlfriend’s house . . . No big deal.

It was a big deal.

“Hey! Girlfriend! Come out and play!”

She was falling over her own feet coming out of her house on wheels. I hugged her tight! And introduced her to my mother. Then we all walked on towards our own lot where Dan and J were backing my house in. More hugs and waves from more friends. The park seems pretty empty. Catching up on the gossip here. . . The salmon never showed up. The fisherman packed up and headed back to town. This guy did that and the other one did . . .he didn’t? He did! And I missed it. Oh well.

I was being bad out there standing and walking and talking. I was getting tired, but I didn’t want anyone to know. Especially not my mother, hahah, who had already gone inside. “Well, I better go in and get set up. Dan’s doing all the work. . . Catch ya later. I’ll be here if you need me. . .”

I’ll be here in my bed! Hahha Right next to my medicine drawer. Right here. . .here . . .I’ll be. . .

I heard them say that dinner was ready. I heard them say that they each couldn’t wake me up to eat. I heard it. It came from somewhere right of Hazy Street, up Sleepy Holler. I still wasn’t listening to what I was told.

When have I ever done that?

Dinner wasn’t as important as the dream I was having. The dream of walking home. Down the lane by the river. Looking up at the Tree of Survival.