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		By: Reflecting After a Health Scare - Audacity Magazine		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 15:39:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] If you&#8217;d like to read my article on death, click here. [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] If you&#8217;d like to read my article on death, click here. [&#8230;]</p>
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		By: Reflecting After a Health Scare &#124; Audacity Magazine		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] If you&#8217;d like to read my article on death, click here. [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		By: Christine Hart		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine Hart]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2015 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Very touching subject &#038; sensitive to say the least. With the recent passing of my daughter, I know this subject all too well. However I can&#039;t say that as a child I noticed many of my friends being stolen from me through death. I attended a school for children with special needs as well, all the way up through high school. I only recall an incident once during 9th grade. A student with cerebral palsy was rushed to the nurses station while I was down there having my chair serviced by the PT. I witnessed them rushing and calling, screaming at each other to do this or that. It was rather scary because I didn&#039;t know what was going on. But I did realize that whatever it was, it wasn&#039;t good. That week I struggled to sleep after having bad dreams of her reaching to me for help. I didn&#039;t know this young lady personally, just idly passed each other in the halls. I never knew much about her, honestly couldn&#039;t even tell you her name [at the time] But for some reason, after that incident, I wanted to know all about her. When death took her on that journey, I found myself wondering about that &quot;different&quot; place beyond the clouds and how I couldn&#039;t understand how death could take someone so young, as I was under the impression that it only took the old &#038; destitute. At least that&#039;s what It seemed  to be like in my family. I&#039;ve lost many people as a young age due to death, but they were always older. So you can imagine why I was confused. Even at the tender age of 14, I finally felt that if death could take her, was I next? Death is sneaky, vicious &#038; slithers quietly among the ill-concerned, until it hits close to home. It&#039;s something that I&#039;ve never worried about as a child. That was the best part of childhood.....Living worry free. Dealing with death&#039;s unwelcomed hand at an impressionable age can cause some lifelong scars. But they also prepare you to cope with life&#039;s ever changing tides.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very touching subject &amp; sensitive to say the least. With the recent passing of my daughter, I know this subject all too well. However I can&#8217;t say that as a child I noticed many of my friends being stolen from me through death. I attended a school for children with special needs as well, all the way up through high school. I only recall an incident once during 9th grade. A student with cerebral palsy was rushed to the nurses station while I was down there having my chair serviced by the PT. I witnessed them rushing and calling, screaming at each other to do this or that. It was rather scary because I didn&#8217;t know what was going on. But I did realize that whatever it was, it wasn&#8217;t good. That week I struggled to sleep after having bad dreams of her reaching to me for help. I didn&#8217;t know this young lady personally, just idly passed each other in the halls. I never knew much about her, honestly couldn&#8217;t even tell you her name [at the time] But for some reason, after that incident, I wanted to know all about her. When death took her on that journey, I found myself wondering about that &#8220;different&#8221; place beyond the clouds and how I couldn&#8217;t understand how death could take someone so young, as I was under the impression that it only took the old &amp; destitute. At least that&#8217;s what It seemed  to be like in my family. I&#8217;ve lost many people as a young age due to death, but they were always older. So you can imagine why I was confused. Even at the tender age of 14, I finally felt that if death could take her, was I next? Death is sneaky, vicious &amp; slithers quietly among the ill-concerned, until it hits close to home. It&#8217;s something that I&#8217;ve never worried about as a child. That was the best part of childhood&#8230;..Living worry free. Dealing with death&#8217;s unwelcomed hand at an impressionable age can cause some lifelong scars. But they also prepare you to cope with life&#8217;s ever changing tides.</p>
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