This isn't exactly so much a discussion topic as how I feel. Many of us are faced with multiple problems, with no sources coming to reinforce us. We are a small band of people, sick, tired, and facing an enemy that will overrun us. WE, too, are in our own small run-down fort, our Alamo, and no help will be enough in time to save us. I feel sometimes like those poor souls must have in 1836,,when they finally succumbed to the onslaught after many days of brave battle in the face of constant cannon fire, repeated attacks that wear us down, and the walls crumbling around us as the enemy is winning this war, and no real help is avaiable or aware of our desperate situation. It's again, a cold day in March, the same time of year when those brave souls of the old Alamo fell victim to the cold winds of our winter of discontent and battle. Pray for all of us, the sick and the caretakers who try to defend againest all odds, and hold your ground in grand defiance to the end if we have to. God Bless You all.
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