We can put a man on the moon but we can't find a cure for cancer? I don't get it. There is some ground breaking research going on around the country (and around the KSU campus) so perhaps during my lifetime a cure will be found.
The sister of my traveling buddy, Kimber, is a firefighter in San Francisco. Chris, a single mother of 2 darling girls, is a tough, strong woman whom I greatly admire. When I read about her activities on Facebook it makes me tired. She is always going and doing and building loads of memories for her kids.
Anyway, Chris is a firefighter and her station (Chris, if you are reading this, don't scream, I know I don't have all the terms right) sold these shirts and I knew I had to have one. Not only to support the cause to find a cure, but also because this is considered a uniform shirt for the firefighters. When I wear it, I feel so strong and secure and ready to save babies from a burning building.
Now, we all know that I am in no condition to save anyone from a burning building, least of all babies, so it's good for me to have a rich fantasy life.
One story I want to tell you about Chris. She posted on Facebook that one of her little girls got bit by another child either at school or some activity. Chris asked for suggestions on dealing with the situation. Crazy Aunt Sarah's advice: Bite the bitch back.
Haven't heard from Chris since.
