• joa118
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      • Username: joa118
      • In response to: "Who are you?" I love to write and express myself. I can't sleep at night until I have written somehting during the day. Writing is my passion. I am one who likes to express myself through writing, enough said.
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    • My First Bridge to Cross

      • My family background was of growing up on a farm. There was a small creek with a small bridge in the back of one of the fields my family used to plow. One evening when the plowing and chopping was done, my brothers and sisters were headed home. I couldn't have been more than three years old at the time. When we approached the creek, my brothers and sisters were preparing to cross the bridge when suddenly I froze, and refused to walk over the bridge even with my brothers and sisters alongside me. They began to yell at me saying "Jo-Anne go ahead, walk across the bridge, the water is nothing." I am sure the bridge wasn't high at all, but to three year old me it seemed like a river underneath that little bridge. My siblings kept yelling and yelling when finally they saw I wasn't going to cross on my own; one of them picked me up and carried me across.

      • answered by joa118 on 01/14/2013
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    • Dear 100-year-old me

      • Well, today is November 8, and I have reached 100. The main thing that amazes is me is why I made it to this age and all my friends and most of my family didn't. I lost so many people ahead of me. My parents, all my friends, and people that I became close to throughout the years. People look at me and wonder; what did she do to live so long. There was nothing special that I did, I always had a strong desire to want to live and to enjoy life though. I always wanted to share the gift of life with others. I'm thankful that all my children are still here; my prayer is that I don't have to bury another one of them; I lost their sister years ago, so long ago that it seems like another life. I had to bury that precious child before her twentieth birthday; such a loss and I can never know why, just that she is with me as much today as when she was alive when we buried her almost 50 years ago. Time doesn't erase love, it never can. Love can never die, love can never die. I will write more at another time, when the questions that I am facing now are answered. Will I marry again? Will I have the ministry that God has called me to? Will I fullfill the remainder of my dreams as a 52 year old? Only time will tell.

      • answered by joa118 on 01/07/2013
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    • Back in time

      • There is no one song for transporting me back into time. It is probably a group of songs like all the songs from Motown in the '60's and of course Sam Cooke.

      • answered by joa118 on 01/07/2013
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    • Which one?

      • I couldn't give up my sense of hearing, because I love the sound the human voice, the sound of music, and being able to speak clearly too much. I love hearing the voices of those I love too much to not be able to hear. Hearing is the last sense to go before one falls asleep. I could not give up the sense of touch because, to be unable to feel when I am held or to feel the touch of another human being would be unbearable. To never be able to feel when someone caresses my hair or my face or to be unable to feel what it is like to touch and hold a newborn infant would be too much of a loss.I would hate to give up my sense of smell because I wouldn't be able to taste what food or drink tastes like. I guess if one sense I could give up would be my sight, even though it is very precious, if one can not see, one can always imagine. The imagination is the one way that loss of sight can be improvised. You can not imagine what something sounds like or smells like or you can not imagine touch 0r what something feels like. I would let my imagination take over for my sight.

      • answered by joa118 on 01/07/2013
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    • Childhood food

      • Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green peas. And of course, my mother's homemade chocolate cake.

      • answered by joa118 on 01/02/2013
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