What is Huntingtons-Disease
Huntington's disease (HD), formerly known as Huntington's chorea, is a rare inherited genetic disorder characterized by abnormal body movements called chorea, and a reduction of va...
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Friday November 27, 2009
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Someone want to tell me what to be thankful for?! I have a father, who is a veitnam vet that is basically letting himself die. An exwife that is remarried to an alcoholic, going trough a nervous brea...
by: MadDog
an Inspirational Story
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There's this person I really like. She's really cool and has helped me heal so much. Sometimes I feel like I talk too much or...bother her too much. So I stopped talking to her and let her decide when she wants to talk to me. I feel so sad, because it was nice having her support, and now I think she's not talking to me anymore. If not then well, I guess I'll move on it just feels ...1 Recommendation
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Something new for al of us. Glory to God in the highest. Well, something old with a new meaniing.
I have been not feeling well, but trying to not let that get me down. It would be so easy, Jist give in, and let the world lake over. But "greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world." O have the assurance that God is greater than Satan or anybody else. I shoul...1 Recommendation
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This one is good. Please read! The Wate...
MaryTurk Aug 20, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008 |
This one is good. Please read!
The Watered Lilies
The Master stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tenderest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.
“My lilies need to be watered,”
The Heavenly Master said;
“Wherein sh...1 Recommendation1 Comment
Wednesday, August 20, 2008 |
This one is good. Please read!
The Watered Lilies
The Master stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tenderest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.
“My lilies need to be watered,”
The Heavenly Master said;
“Wherein sh...1 Recommendation1 Comment -
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