Photo taken in Parkton, NC
on the track owned by the Red Springs & Northern Rail Road
I'm walking at a fast pace because I had a few more photos to snap
before heading to Red Springs to take my first Rail Car (Motor Car) ride, ever!
Very few shots will you glance of me outside without sunglasses on, ever!
It's been that way forever and forever it will remain. I am that light sensitive.
on the track owned by the Red Springs & Northern Rail Road
I'm walking at a fast pace because I had a few more photos to snap
before heading to Red Springs to take my first Rail Car (Motor Car) ride, ever!
Very few shots will you glance of me outside without sunglasses on, ever!
It's been that way forever and forever it will remain. I am that light sensitive.
The Newsweek article below strikes un-really close to home for me. For my family members and loved ones who read my blog -- sorry guys, just keeping it real.
Please note for my un-net savvy readers... The title is the direct link to the article. If anyone feels compelled to buy this week's Newsweek magazine, instead why not donate the money to CURE in my name. Every little bit helps! My sister recently made such a donation and there are simply no words to thank her enough.
In the Grip of the Unknown
It takes courage and discipline to live every day with the haunting uncertainty of epilepsy. A good doctor helps, too.
Published Apr 11, 2009
From the magazine issue dated Apr 20, 2009
The worst thing about the epileptic seizure Dan Wheeless suffered on the first day of eighth grade wasn't dropping to the floor in the hallway and awakening with no memory of how he got there. It wasn't even being kicked to get up by his classmates, who thought his collapse and jerking were an act; like, say, piloting a fighter jet, being known as the class clown holds uncommon risk for people with a seizure disorder. The worst thing was how the drugs he took made his brain slow down, so that processing auditory information became painfully difficult.
The worst thing about the epileptic seizure Dan Wheeless suffered on the first day of eighth grade wasn't dropping to the floor in the hallway and awakening with no memory of how he got there. It wasn't even being kicked to get up by his classmates, who thought his collapse and jerking were an act; like, say, piloting a fighter jet, being known as the class clown holds uncommon risk for people with a seizure disorder. The worst thing was how the drugs he took made his brain slow down, so that processing auditory information became painfully difficult.
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