Recovery Continues...

Me, Being Happy! :)

Oh boy, there’s a new week upon us. If there’s a new week, it means that I should have posted ­­before today [Tuesday]. I didn’t, so I’m doing it now.

I continue with my most recent project [if you want to call it that]: Recovery.

One of the most interesting parts of it is my continuing hallucinations. They don’t come as often and are not as horrifying as before, but, oh boy, they still come!

There is so much to learn, about everything. I means, seriously, do you know a lot about the brain, how it works, hot it controls the entire body? Are you even familiar with how rest and nutrition and exercise affect its condition and its performance? It is all connected, my friends, and the more of it that I learn, I feel that the more of it I am obligated to practice.

Wow.

So, what do I see in a hallucination?

Wow.

Not much of what I see has an everyday-type name. None of the faces that I see can  easily be described as any other animal that we all know. For example, there is the recurring on of a black, rubbery-like, multi-legged crawling creature who shows up some times as I am lying down [to try] to go to sleep.

Going to sleep is yet another challenge. I ain’t sleeping well, at all.  Not only that, it takes me a long time [hours, sometimes] to go to sleep. Then, some of the dreams I have are just entirely ludicrous.One thing I must be grateful for: they are not just literally scary—the dreams.

Nothing like the images that my dear injured brain is creating.People, protect your brain. Start with what you eat, how you rest, how often you exercise. As much as I am sorry to say it: avoid alcohol, all of it. I know that once in a while, every true American wants to sip a beer. Please, just do it every once in a while, not every day. And surely, never do more than two a day.

My HomeTown at Night!

Okay, back to Recovery. 

Another piece of it is that I have dropped off a large collection of ‘stuff’ that I dragged around before. That includes, thoughts, memories, memorabilia, furnishings, books. Oh, me, all of that is stuff. It’s not that I put any clear thought into it, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I just simply don’t need so much of it.Today, I am looking forward to moving away from the hamlet where live, to something with a bit more variety, pizazz, people, places, etc. Really, it’s just a 2017 version of Mayberry. Truthfully speaking, there’s nothing wrong with it.

I just want at least one new adventure. So, as soon as I am fully recovered, I’m off! I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

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Today’s News is Not Really New... Please read on.

Tell me what you know about this building, soon, OK? thx

Hello, Everyone, and Thanks for stopping by. You may recall that a few months ago, I made at least an attempt to resume my online presence-building.

I must say presence-building because I am moving just ever so slowly.

You may have been reading my blog for a while. If so, then you know that I’ve been ‘ill’.

And that I am now recovering. I am so very grateful. 

I have learned a great many, important things about recovery.

First of all: it’s long. Recovering from brain surgery is quite different from recovering from the flu, a cold, a bad headache, or even a stomach virus.

For sure.

Recovering from the brain surgery involves my brain recovering from the injury, my skull recovering from the incision, my lower body recovering from the overall reaction to the stroke and the surgery.

Right.

On April 13, 2016, I had a stroke, brought about by the rupture of an aneurysm. Oddly, I had just been reading about such cases, in the last few months of 2014.

These days, I have read much, much more.

I do not intend to continually bore you with information about my recovery and the experience that brought it on. However, I am convinced that the information I share with you is is great importance.

So, I won’t stop anytime soon.

On the other hand, I would like to share with you other parts of my recovery. I refer to my life these days as only recovery.

Because...

That is all that I am doing these days. I dare not make a list of chores for the day, or errands to run, or people to visit.

Any simple thing like going to the thrift store, the dollar store, the drug store and then, the grocery, all in one coupla-hour span, is out.

That’s right, out.

I have been amazed at many of the experiences I have --had during recovery. Some have—seemingly—come and gone, while others linger just yet. 

Of those that linger are, memory and full-body energy, making afternoon lethargy a companion. It happens at different times of the day, but comes really hard and heavy around 3:00 p.m.

Don’t get me wrong, it comes in the too, but really puts me to bed in the afternoon.

There are several reasons that continue to push me back to the computer, at least every Sunday, anyhow.

One of which: I sincerely see every opportunity to fulfill my call to ministry, where my focus is on LivingWellMinistries. It may not sound like a lot to you, but to me it is a lot.

I will stay much more present.

Another reason, I feel deprived, myself, when I don’t post.

That is not good.

So, for tonite, this is where we will end. I will be with you again next week Sunday—the first one of March, and we’ll take off.

Sincerely,

Your Friend, SandraTeresa Davenport 
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Where Have You Been???

That's always the first question asked, at a gathering. 

Puzzles are Great Partners

Okay, so I know: when we’re writing for our blogs, we are often instructed to use unindented paragraphs. However, when I was taught to write papers, and yes, to type them, I was taught to always indent at least five spaces, so I do it. What do you do?

As usual, time continues to pass and my recovery continues in a definite way. I continue to learn about aneurysms-how when, where and why they rupture, recovery, and yes, rebuilding myself.

Rebuilding is no simple matter. Do you agree?

Rebuilding often means uncluttering something that you own and moving forward. It may be just ideas, it could be memories, hopes, dreams. Oh, dear, should I go on? Well, you get it, I’m sure. So, I must say that I am still uncluttering my head.

One reason for this is that I always wanted a long, healthy, happy life. These days, I realize more than usual, my part[s] in that.

A position that I have held for a long time is that for anyone who has survived 50 years in black skin [somewhere here in the U.S.], could easily survive for another 50, if they wanted to do so. My conviction was just that we would have to make some adjustments.

I, therefore, am adjusting.

One thing health principle of which I am totally convinced today: Things that truly have a negative affect on blood pressure, which also has a negative affect upon brain function and health, are simple.

To Grow Well, Adjust!

Extra weight. Make a decision to adjust and keep your weight at a healthy number.

Proper nutrition. Not boxed, canned or packaged with too many words that you can’t pronounce.

Stress. Decide whether you want to loose your mind all at once or a little at a time, and put yourself in control of your stress. It may mean changing jobs, or locations where you live and work. Why, heck, you may even need to change your sweetheart[s]. It won’t hurt a thing.

Tobacco [smoking]. I am nearly certain that if you are old/mature enough to care about this topic, read this blog and live a long life, you are aware of the horrors of smoking. Don’t. Do it, my friends.

Sleep. Do it properly, ok. Don’t sleep too much and pray tell, don’t sleep too little. Sleep is what enables the body to heal and move closer to true health. Try for at least 8 hours per night.

My siblings and I hosted a memorial service for my mother on Sunday afternoon. It was just lovely. The house was filled up with 50-60 people who knew, loved and enjoyed her. We even had small little children. Some of them were her great-grandchildren. I’m sure she loved it.

I know now that one property of the human existence, is joy. After that, everything goes a lot easier.

Until we meet again, do me this one favor:

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Wow. Sometimes, enough is just enough.

This is the armband I 

used while 'hospitalized'. 

More Photos to come!

If you have read my more recent posts, you know that I am officially in recovery. I am recovering from emergency surgery for a ruptured aneurysm, in April. After the better part of a month in the hospital, I am now released.

I have a new life.

That mean much more than approaching life in a different way; a lot more.

I am no longer shy. I was once quite shy with a lotta people [including relatives].

I am no longer lack confidence. I was held back from doing an entire list of ‘things’ because of my low self confidence. These days, I’m held back from doing things that I just don’t care to do. Like what? Job shopping.

Oh, that reminds me!

I am a retired American now.

That’s right.

I am beginning my second year with it and it has been quite lovely. The second happiest day of my life was when I awoke and realized I had no one to call and report that I’d be late for work.

Wow. Some kinda fun.

The first happiest day? The day I went to the first grade, in Cornelia, Ga. I already knew the teacher and most of the students. My grandfather took me there, spoke to my teacher and left. I never lost a tear. It was a great, great day.

So, too, was it a great day knowing that I no longer am anyone’s employee.

See, I’m not that good at it, anyhow.

Like I said, I’ve had quite enough of it.

At different times, I think of another type of career but haven’t started after it as yet. I likely won’t, until my recovery is complete. Hopefully, by then, I’ll have been gifted with another interest.

Again, enough is enough.

Keep Learning what you Love!

Now, I believe that we should all find out what we want to do, and do it. This is especially true for someone who spent 20, 30-plus years doing something distasteful, for pay. I am moving toward a temporary hospice chaplain.

Think over your life, before the time comes to switch. That will put you in an even grander position of choice.

My second piece of information has two parts: nutrition and exercise. Being the HealthReverend, I have always been informed of these two. Today, I have an even greater need for specific information because I am simply trying to recover.

If you have any of the possible indications: high blood pressure, stress, or if you smoke/drink a lotta alcohol, and don’t exercise… maybe we should talk.

Why? Because I want no one that I now know or may soon know, to come into this same experience—a hemorrhagic stroke. Look it up and let your brain expand.

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Your Friend,

Sandra d. – TheHealthReverend

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First Time in Many Weeks! How are You Doing Today!?

This is my first post in 11 weeks. Eleven weeks is a long time for me!

My First Printed Book

It has some errors but I am proud of it!

 I have thought of all sorts of topics to write about. All topics in my head were somehow connected to our health. You see, being The Health Reverend, I have that obligation. At one point, I didn’t even feel like making Tea. As you will recall [being one of my faithful readers J] I have been “off track” for a while. 

During that time, having and using self-discipline was an especially difficult task—so I continued to think about my health. Problem? My condition of High Blood Pressure caused me to have an aneurysm in my head. I learned that after everything, surgery, a week of sleeping and returning to the doctor’s office.

My mother was ill in Arizona, so I went there for a week or so. I came back to Habersham County, feeling pretty well. I went to Burger King and my aneurysm ruptured. As far as I am able to think, it is the same as a stroke. I hit the floor on the back of my head, passed out, and someone called the local EMT.

I have learned a lot. Watched videos and other posts and talked with doctors, former patients, nurses and survivors. They all seem to say the same thing. 

I have done a great job of surviving and recovering. Ain’t that something? Some people/patients even say that I have had [or been] a miracle.

This is what I will tell us about our health: Treat it as if it is precious. I am certain that the condition of my health had it all to do with my survival and my recovery. It—Recovery—made me feel like a different person.

You are not required to do that.

But here is one thing I must tell you: find out all you can about “normal” and “high blood pressure. Then, make it your aim and your daily effort, to maintain it.

All these years of HBP, no doctor or nurse or fireman ever once ‘advised’ me on what I could expect. I am telling you, now,

Your health is yours to guard and keep. Look into it and you will soon understand how alcohol, tobacco became the enemies of your health.

Continue to study. I’ll be back soon.

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Relax & Enjoy Your Tea! 

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The Health Reverend

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Things I Fear.

Wow how interesting: this challenge comes just one day after a post on Confession. I confessed to afraid. Generally, a Confession is an admission of some ugly thing that one has done. I don’t have any of those stories to tell. I do, however, have this one:

There was a reason why I felt like I should confess to being afraid but even more importantly there's a reason why I don't mind writing about my fears.

I am afraid

I fear many things and circumstance and it's because of what I've seen. The things I've seen up-close-and-personal in my life have frightened me beyond expression. These things have always been there and I've never seen any relief from these things.

“What Things,” you ask?

I was afraid as a child.

I was always afraid of being hit. [Yes, we got whippings.] I have always been afraid of physical violence. I'm even more afraid of physical violence today because I don't have any protection. As a child, I had parents. Later, I had only my mother. After becoming an adult, I suppose I did have the police but...

I have always been afraid of the police.

Why was I afraid of the police?

I was afraid of the police because they could kill me just as easily as they can help me. Not only that, I have always heard stories about the police doing horrible things to people to women particularly black women.

I live in this world in black skin, in a female body, alone. I don't have a spouse. I don't have male children; I don't have any children.

I don't live in a protected environment or a gated community.

I live my life and I move and I come and go and I'm always thinking about this. It is a really terrible way to live.

This is the dual consciousness that W.E.B. DuBois talked about.

I know that I am American but I also know that I am black.

To me, that means the whole world could easily make war against me and no one would stop it; no one could help me. That's a horrible fact to live with.

What follows is a very hard story to tell, but I will tell it anyway. It likely won’t read well but I seem to have some difficulty making it flow any better and I wanted it posted tonight!

No Caption Necessary...

And then last year, 2015, the 3rd of July the day before independence day the Klan had a rally in South Carolina to protest removing the flag and I start to think about what it would be like if the clan had a rally right here in town where I live. What would it be like if I looked out the window later on tonight and I thought the Klan marching up the street from the church at the top of the hill? I had an absolute full-blown panic attack I couldn't even think the only thing I could think was what if what if they decided to come in at a courthouse as they move through the neighborhood. And then what if you wanted that one person came to the front door started breaking and other person came to the back door or through the window it wouldn't take very much for anybody to get into the house where I live and I was thinking about that and I had an absolute panic attack because I don't have anyone to protect myself.

I have no way to protect myself.

Even if I had a way to protect myself, I would have to live with the fact that I killed somebody or hurt somebody. I would also live with a very good possibility that I'd be punished I am NOT inmate material.

So I paced back in forth in the house. I could feel my body changing. I started to feel a different energy surge through my body that I've never felt before.

I tried to lie down but that didn't work.

I then had an overwhelming desire to eat something sweet. I had nothing sweet to eat in the house [sweeter than Honey] and I didn't have any thoughts of leaving the house to get something. So I repeated to myself, ‘you have to calm down’.

Finally I said to myself. ‘Sandra they can only kill you one time,’ then I started to relax.

But that didn't do anything about the Fears that I continued to live with.

This was my clearest and truest experience of how emotions affect appetite. I was overwhelmed with the desire for something sweet!

I eventually calmed myself.

And then it made me so angry to think about how it happened, to know that every 6 months [sometimes less] the white people--through the white police--in a different part of the country take their turn in just incidentally killing black people.

But just the very idea that a white boy could be welcomed into an African-American church and then turn right around and kill the very people who welcomed to him and then the authorities declare that he was insane. Really!?

That's the only reason he would do it? Then he gets off.

Well when the police officer in full charge of his faculties, things does it he's not declared insane. He just simply gets sent home with a warning not to do it again. Before long, he's back at working. His children don't have to live without their father; his siblings without their brother; his parents without their child.

I also live with the fear of oppression. I live with a fear of poverty. I live with the fear of all illness. I don't have a really have a few of old age--that's one of the things that a lot of people talk about. I don't fear old age and infirmity.

If this post had a CTA, it would be to not perpetrate fear upon people because you have some authority over them; do not deny that you use fear to control others who are different from you. Stop making excuses when you know your people have committed heinous acts of terror and hate and meanness against others. Don’t pretend to be something you are not! Because, if you take a few moments and think honestly, you’ll probably find you are as afraid as I am. So please, don’t bother suggesting ways that I can cope. I’m in the 64^th year of doing just that. But...

Someone should want something better!

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Martin & Malcolm & America | A Dream or a Nightmare

This is the title of a book by James H. Cone. I enjoyed reading it the first time and I enjoyed reading it the second time [last month].

This book was a gift to me from a friend I met at seminary. I attended the same seminary that Dr. King did, and Dr Cone taught at that seminary. He left before I got there. Which seminary was that? The ITC [Interdenominational Theological Center]. We are The ITC because every other seminary trains preachers in its own denomination. [At least, they once did.] We are the home of every African-American denomination plus Catholic and At-Large contingents as well.

When I enrolled, I encountered some difficulties with matriculation. Meaning: I found that I had no patience for the process of being taught by preachers to think like them. I had no intention of doing that [thinking like them] and tried to relieve myself of the Baptist label. It didn't happen: At-large was much more expensive and of course, Catholic was out.

But, I digress.

When I started this blog, I indicated that I would have a standing feature of a book review. I am returning to that function by way of the above-titled book. I was going to say what I loved about it: Well, other than the obvious, it thrills me to hear Malcolm's opinions and insight into White American Christianity presented so skillfully. He didn't know anything that Dr. King didn't; he simply didn't present with such soft eloquence. In any case, I'll return with a review here shortly.

In the meantime, remember that Tea--AllThingsTea--is the foundation of the teachings of LivingWellMinistries. So, please expect an entry on the topic at every opportunity. More importantly, please expect the AllThingsTea tab on this blog to come alive shortly.

I have just begun to enjoy Fahari Ya Kenya Tea. It is a strong, vital Black Tea with Ginger added. Potent and full bodied, it is composed of Fannings. As I am sure you recall from January posts, Fannings are the tiny little pieces of Tea left on the table of the drying/fanning room. 

That's my post for tonite. Verryyy sleepy.

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African-American History: Love, Kindness and Heart Health

I am an African-American, Southern born-and-bred, Seminary-educated, ordained minister, raised and indoctrinated in the Southern Baptist Tradition. I believed for many years that sickness is somehow related to sin and punishment. I have independent study, experience and research into the various interpretations of sickness. I have extensive study and practice in the field of alternative health and wellness, including nutrition as disease prevention. Finally, I have studied extensively the relationship between belief and behavior. This post is my Valentine’s Day gift to you. I trust you will find this information enlightening, if not liberating. Liberation, as you know, is the ultimate goal of all learning.

NOTE: According to John Mbiti, in the African tradition of time, as long as the name of a departed is called, the departed remains with us. I, therefore, dedicate today’s post to the life and memory of my Fourth Sister, Tanya Renita Davenport. She departed this plane so very long ago, entirely too soon. Today is her birthday, Valentine’s Day!

Tea Party for My Sister!

Jane Roberts, in The Way Toward Health, discusses “The Broken-Hearted, the Heartless and Medical Technology,” making the following quote regarding heart disease:

“With many people having such difficulties, the addition of love in the environment may work far better than any heart operation. In other words, ‘a love transplant’ in the environment may work far better overall than a heart-transplant operation, or a bypass, or whatever; in such ways the heart is allowed to heal itself.” (p. 154).

Discussing the effect of beliefs upon behavior, Roberts states that people who are exercising strenuously and vigorously do so not because they seek good health; but because they fear illness and because they dislike their own bodies. (emphasis added). She speaks of the various levels of beliefs with which a person lives. For example, a person’s reasons for exercising are more important than the exercises that are performed (p. 157). Roberts also states that one’s ideas about one’s health are more important than steps that one might take to improve it.

Roberts states that there are some very basic religious beliefs which teach that illness and disease are God’s punishment (p. 163); however, she does suggest that many times illness and disease can be catalysts to life-style changes which a person otherwise might not have made, without the illness. She says that feelings of being ...

“ ... coldhearted, or heartless, ... will have a significant effect upon that physical organ; ... “She states that many people who have heart trouble have no ‘heart’ for life (p. 164).

Roberts talks not only of physical health, but it also provides sheds some light on the wholeness of the entire entity, “(W)e are not speaking of physical health alone, but of mental, spiritual, and emotional health as well. You are not healthy, for example, no matter how robust your physical condition, if your relationships are unhealthy, unsatisfying, frustrating, or hard to achieve (p. 233).”

An American Health Dilemma Volume One - A Medical History of African- Americans and the Problem of Race: Beginnings to 1900 (2000), by W. Michael Byrd and Linda A. Clayton discusses the historical medical/health experience of the African-American from pre-historic to present times. This source lays out the interactions not only between Africans and Europeans but also Africans and Arabs. The writers use data of various sorts to simply outline the ‘dilemma’ of African-American health and disease. One chart outlines the social causes of disease among the colonial slaves, citing among the reasons, the grief of enslavement. In a discussion of black health in the period 1731 through 1812, Byrd and Clayton report that, “In the south, blacks were sometimes permitted to practice folk and herbal medicine on fellow slaves ... (p. 241).” This source moves forward through the nuances of history, education and culture, with the notion of ‘scientific racism’ being the common thread. While discussing the education of Martin Delaney and Dr. John Sweat Rock, the first African-American dentist, they point out that at every hand, one after another obstacle to advancement was constructed (p. 308-310). The sum of these discussions is to point out that today’s health crisis among African Americans has its genesis in the three-way slave trade, hit its stride in the pre-Civil War through Emancipation Periods and today, continues unabated, even to the extent that present-day white physicians expect from and in some cases, unconsciously assign, poor health to African Americans (emphasis added) (p. 216).

My calling to ministry was to ‘teach and preach’. I have learned entirely too much to keep it to myself. If you find this information ‘off-putting’ in any way, I have done my job. The least that a teacher can do is cause the student to think differently. Please consider these things—think on these things—as you move forward through the year. You may be called upon to aid someone who has an ailing heart. The ailing heart may be healed just through love and kindness.
While we speak of heart health, I have added in the video below, just to give some extra edge, in case you need something to think about while you're resting. 

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What Does African-American History Mean to You?

Study! and show thyself approved!

Generally, when someone asks a question in this fashion, it means they want to tell you something instead of listen to you tell them.

For example, during the President’s first campaign, a white woman said to me, ‘You’re not going to vote for Obama, are you?’ Well, as it happens, my brain can only answer or ask a question; not both at the same time. I didn’t remember to ask her who else she thought I’d vote for. I did, however, ask what she thought she had in common with Mitt Romney. I don’t recall her answer.

But, I digress.

But really, Yawl, I’d love to know what African-American history means to White Americans. I once asked this question of every one of my White American email contacts. That came to about 30 people. I got a total of two responses. They both prattled along about not being responsible for things that happened long ago and one said something about taking her cares to the cross and letting Jesus work it all out. Oh my. What does that mean?

I once mentioned feminism and women’s rights with the president of my high school senior class. He joked that it was the same as Black History to White Americans. He thought it was funny and took offense when I didn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t take any offense at all when White Americans don’t care about African-American history. I am accustomed to people who are incarcerated inside their own ignorance. My conclusion is this: a person may [is free to] believe [embrace unsubstantiated information as true] anything until they know. Knowledge and belief are two entirely different brain/intellectual functions.

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.”Buddha quotes (Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C.)

To the extent that belief guides behavior, people are safe in their behaviors a long as they have a belief that will defend it. [I.e., husband who believe they have the right to control their wives, even if it includes physical brutality.] So, as long as one group of people believes that they  are superior to another, they are safe in their behaviors. Remember this:

New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth.

So, as long as no one studies African-American history but African-Americans, White Americans are safe in their belief of racial superior. The big trouble is, no one makes any progress.

I’ll be writing this topic all month. March is Women’s History Month, so I shouldn’t have to tell you my topic.

Here’s an assignment for you: If you really don’t, haven’t and couldn’t give a dam less about African-American history, consider this: African-American history is the missing pages of American history. Take a chance: study it. That way, you won’t have to be obnoxious when you don’t have an intelligent answer and most all, you will know the truth and be set free from your ignorance, your arrogance and may even avoid some really bad, un-Christian behaviors.

Ok, so that’s it for now. Don’t forget to drink your Tea, because it is your friend. For the sake of African-American History Month, I suggest African Red Bush [aka Rooibos]. You will surely be glad you did.

This is also National Heart Health Month. I will be talking with you about how the various emotions [fear, dread, loss, depression] and environmental factors [racism, poverty, un/underemployment] affect the life chances and life results of all Americans. It’s part of my job, you know, I am The Health Reverend!

Upcoming Later this Month:

Book Reviews:

Martin and Malcolm and America  James Cone

An African Prayer Book – Desmond Tutu

Seeds of Change: Five plants that transformed mankind  - Henry Hobhouse

Jesus and The Disinherited – Howard Thurman

Further Posts:
‘I Hate Southerners – Recap of a Conversation overheard on a Plane coming home from Phoenix’

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