Life Affirmations

Affirmation for Happiness!

"I can tap into a wellspring of inner happiness anytime I wish."

The next Moring Mass was:

This motivational goes out to the ones who saved my life in Denver at Saint Lukes Hospital. I could of died and came back and not known it. Thank you to the Ambulance who rushed me to the hospital that day to bring me to back to life. It was interesting getting a ride back from a guy who was dropping blanquettes off for the pilgrimage night. I was blessed that I didn't go to the mass I would have never survived the crowds. Life has a funny way of working its way out.

8-14-1993, I went to the hospital with high blood pressure with my mensural cycle being out of whack, I almost died in the Rockies. My body wasn't accepting the level of elevation and my body was in a scare. I over came it and was prayed for and woke up with people around my bed that morning of the mass. Thousands of people to see the pope that year and I wasn't able to see him I though became a Christian because someone handed me a 'Track' of the NIV and the call of the Holy Spirit.

I have always struggled with depression since the young age of 8 years old, my grandpa escaped his life to be with the government. I forgot he joined the CIA but, later found out while I was at stay in a Hospital in Anoka. Dave and Craig hunter and Jackman were able to tell me I was dying of cancer and that I would make it through it. They were grandpa's hunting buddies and, they knew of him and that whole experience was eye opening. I remember that visit because we sang "THE ROSE" - by Bette meddler. That is where I learned about Marylin Manson and his cults, and listened to bob Marley Don't Worry bout a thing cause every little thing is gonna be all right.

The rose in memory of Grandpa Leo and for Craig and Dave Jackman and Hunter

It would be three years later when I went to St. Louis Mo, to see pope John Paul II. for the 2nd time and he went right past me and I got the holy spirit goose bumps he wasn't a catholic pope he was a Christian in a mans body called Pope John Paul II. I was inches away from shaking his hand in the motar cade. that went by us that night before mass.