Its a hot one on the Eastern Shore

Its been a bit of a groundhog day around here but the weekend is here and we
will be back on track


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Phoenix

07/23/2017
19:03:33


Amazing sunflower, gotta love the special glowing one in the middle. Can't wait to see them in the house



Zitsky

07/22/2017
17:40:05


Here.



Javaspice

07/22/2017
13:16:29


Sunny and a perfect 70 in Anchorage, AK!

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Javaspice

07/22/2017
13:15:08


Why would I be skeptical?! Hahahha

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Gasserglass

07/22/2017
12:16:30


Warm My Ass, ****( Shipley )**** , It's Hot As Hell here In Maryland!

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Lilly1

07/22/2017
12:08:38


Beautiful sunflower pictures!

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Hef83

07/22/2017
10:16:44


It's a aticky,tepid 75 degrees in NE Indiana.



Mike

07/22/2017
10:09:38


Looks to me as if you guys are right on track D & D.

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thedonald2011

07/22/2017
09:54:46


Its been really warm here in Michigan too! I started a new job as a carman on the railroad last Sunday and boy am I feeling the heat!

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BUDS131

07/22/2017
07:34:50


Good morning friends.....I'm sure you all remember Justin Legg from our first Wounded Warriors hosted here. This is from him this morning and it was a great way to begin our morning here. Always thankful!!!!



Justin Legg
7 hrs ยท

7 years ago I was kissing Suzanne goodbye for the next 10 hours. During those 10 hours my failing lungs were removed and replaced by lungs donated by Jarred Carter to me when his life was no longer viable. Suzanne and her mother Kate were waiting for what must have been the worst 10 hours ever. My surgery was difficult as my lungs were scarred so bad that they stuck to the inside of my chest and made removal a big problem. Then Jarred's lungs were bigger than mine and they were difficult for the doctors to fit in my chest. I could only imagine that operating room or even worse, the waiting room. All I know is that I was so happy to be going into that surgery hoping for a new chance at life.
In my typical fashion, I asked the doctors to insert the jugular port, which literally looked like one of the bolts in Frankenstein's neck, without anesthesia so I could feel the pain in case it was the last time I could feel. That is where they inserted the instruments to monitor my heart and administer blood and medication. Luckily it was not the last thing I felt.
I awoke to see my wonderful wife in the room with me and at once I was at peace. Suzanne took the oxygen canula out of my nose and I took my first painless breath in months. Right then I knew that I would be ok and the future was bright, I just had to fight for it.
The average survival rates are about 50% at 5 years out and about 20% at 8 years out. I know I'm in that 20% who usually go on for many years after that. I am thankful to everyone who was involved, to the Navy and the Teams for seeing that I was taken care of, for all the wonderful doctors and nurses who did their magic along the way, to my parent Charles and Dianne and all of my extended family for their love, support and prayers, and of course the woman who took care of me when I could not take care of myself.
But I would remiss if I did not thank Jarred McKinley Carter whose lungs give me life to this day. The young man who may have led me up the mountain that bears his middle name, the mountain where I became a pipe-hitting frogman again. The one person however, with whom none of it would have happened, is Julie McCarthy, Jarred's mother. At what was likely the worst day of her life, she made the most unselfish act a mother could make by donating her son's organs. I will be eternally grateful to Julie and Jarred's sisters Amber Lee and Kelsie McCarthy for sharing their son and brother with me.
I will make use of this gift to enjoy life to the fullest and do as much good as I can while I am on this earth.....
for the next 100 years!!



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