By Sue Seibert | email@example.com
I have a problem. I am a consummate worrier. This is no surprise to my friends and family. I come by it honestly. My mother was the all-time most talented worrier of the 20th Century. When I was a small child in Stephenville, our Methodist minister, John Wesley Ford, brought a newspaper clipping to our home to give to Mother. It was titled, “10 Ways to Worry Scientifically.” I don’t remember what the 10 ways were, but I’ll bet I can top them to 20 or 30! At the very least.
For the last few weeks, as some of you know, I have been worried about health. Raf’s health, as he had to have a pacemaker installed. First of all, I have to say, thank God for Dr. G.R. Reddy. Don’t know what we would do without him. That being said, and with the trust I have in Dr. Reddy, I still worried. I have to laugh because the doctor knows I am a worrier and tries to bring it our of me with a joke or a smile. Sometimes it works ... but not often!
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