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Take 2: Hello Chucky.

 Greetings my dear friends and followers!


I know it's been a while since my last post. At the time I thought that living entailed never looking back, but here I am at the brink of a three year remission, needing to look back. 

So much to tell- but I think changing it up is essential. Instead of writing, I will be creating VLOGs. 

I'm done hiding my true self, hoping Chucky wont come back if I'm quiet, meek and docile. Watching Mulan during my first chemo-treatment (today), or shall I say 9th treatment since the beginning taught me that "There is no Courage Without Fear!" 

Henceforth, you can get your Daily Dose by subscribing via you-tube. To check it out click on the following blue link: Daily Dose of Marine 


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  1. R. YoungSeptember 16, 2020 at 6:06 PM

    You are always living up to your name (helpful). Thank you for making the world around you a better place than when you found it. I enjoyed working with you. Love you! (Rasheda Young)

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  2. im8x10September 16, 2020 at 6:25 PM

    I wanted everyone to know that you are just like a mailman--Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor cancer stays you from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
    You are an amazing person!

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