This coming February will mark the anniversary of when Ray and I first met. I was sitting at home in Tennessee one night playing on the computer. He was sitting at his home in New Jersey doing the same thing. By chance we both landed in a chat room, a voice chat room. The moment I heard his voice I was immediately smitten. He said he had the same feeling. There was just an attraction so strong that neither one of us could understand it...but we ran with it. This particular chat room you could either talk or type, quite extroadinary. I know from that night on I couldn't wait to get up in the morning, run to the computer, log on, and here those prescious words. "You've got mail." My heart would literally skip beats, my breath would get shallow. We quickly exchanged info, and the phone conversations immediately insued.
To make a long story short...I moved to New Jersey 3 months later. Lock, stock and barrel. We knew we had found our soul mates in one another. And it felt good. We've always said that we have a scary kind of love. Meaning, that we always fear something will happen to one of us. And the other would be left only to die of a broken heart. He is the very reason I wear a seatbelt to this day. I hate those damn things. And face it, in Tennessee it just wasn't something that was ingrained for me to do. But, because of him I buckle up...not because of the law or fines or any of that shit. Just for the pure reason of I'd never want to cause him pain.
Well to change the topic...how many of you have ever seen those cancer center of America commercials? You know the ones where they appear so sympathetic and empathetic? They seem to make it appear that they will be there for you know matter what. Well, I called them. The first and foremost important thing on their minds is what type of insurance do you have? And once they found out that I have an insurance they don't participate with, conversation over. The damn almighty dollar wins out again. Another door slammed in our face. That's ok, I'll keep knocking......
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