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[Guest guest]

Dear All,

 

Oh God, listen, my son is not in the hospital. This was someone

else I was in IM with, her friend's son is in the hospital.

 

My son is fine and doing great, his only visions are his imagination,

which his teachers allow him to express by allowing him to tell the

class a story once a week to his classmates, he's become well-loved by his

classmates for his outrageous imagination. He's playing soccer, and hands

off the ball to his team mates because he'd rather they love him than be the

star, which I find very sweet. So, I'm lucky.

 

Thank God Harsha wrote me a note, I didn't realize I'd miscommunicated, am

extremely busy, and a bit overwhelmed with getting this company off the

ground, it's more complex than ones I've done in the past and involves

engineers, artists, investors, managers and I love coming in here and reading

the love and light expressed by all of you. I even write the engineers from

here now so that I can read the list comments. Poor engineers, *g*, their

boss's name is Rainbolily.

 

Love*LIGHt*Laughter,

 

Annette