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In a response to my Album O' The Week post last week, Leyser commented that he had come to the United States from Cuba. I can only imagine it wasn't the easiest of journies. I like to hear those stories, and with a group as large as this I know we have to have some interesting life stories.

I once played basketball at our local Y with this guy (Eric was his name, can't remember his last name) and he was REALLY good. I played on the "d" courts and he played on the "a" courts, LOL. He was about 37 or 38--and this was an inner city YMCA in Winston Salem that got some pretty good small college/high school/younger dude talent in there. He was at least a decade older than some of those guys, who like I said were pretty fucking good themselves, and he kicked their ass pretty regularly.

I always thought that was pretty amazing given the guys age, but then I found out something even more amazing. My aunt was going through chemo at a hospital in Texas and I was telling Eric about it one day. He told me he had been diagnosed with cancer (I think testicular, I can't quite remember) and had taken chemo for years. Almost killed him. That was just a few years ago and here he was kicking these young kids up and down the court and killing them in hoops everyday. It was just something that always stuck with me.

I always tell the story of how my grandmother used to tell me of the day the Titanic sank. She was around for that, and I guess it was always pretty awe inspiring to me. I guess I just always liked to hear people's stories..what they've seen or heard or lived through or have done. So Angels...what's your story.

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Um wow I needed that story, thank you...

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So Rob, when you posted this I had brought my mom home from the ER....First off I love my mom, it's not her fault she doesn't know how to love, it's the way she was brought up...My mom spent all summer in the hospital she had what's called diberticulitous and it caused a hole in her bowels, well when they did surgery they found cancer....they said they got it all but to be sure she had to have Radiation and Chemo...along with all that they had to do a colostomy bag...which for most ppl would be a tremendous amount to handle...but my mom is the woman who can't say sex to her 33 yr old daughter(me) she doesn't talk about things period....So she's on this chemo now, and is sick from that, and trying to deal with the bag, she had a break down Sunday....and now I'm terrified she is gonna give up....All she has to do is stay strong for a few more months and she's home free....I don't want my son not to get a chance to know his only gramma:) So the timming of this was amazing and reading what you had to say Rob was a kick I needed so thank you:)

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My prayers are with your Mom & family gf!I'm going to add her to my prayer blog for Nathaniel.Hopefully that'll help get those guardian angels sent her way.

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Thanks hun....I appreciate that and I know she will as well...I want you to know you and your grandson have been in my thoughts....but sometimes I really don't know what to say...especially when it's a child, no baby should ever go through anything and it really breaks my heart...and as another parent I know you understand what I'm saying:) Hugs back to you:)

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thanks gf.I know, I'm still 'doing the waiting game' so my nerves are shot. I wish I could take his place in the worst way.

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Well...that's one hell of a story.

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Awesome story Robbo,..
Mine is not as unusual as some of my Cuban friends, I had the good luck to came by plane,..my father had a visa from his sister ,..she was living in NYC and 12 years after she claim my father, we received the documents to migrate to the USA,..in a legal and safer way than most of my buddies. I got it so much easier than them.
They came as rafters,..crossing the Florida Straits in a weak raft …in wild waters infested by sharks,..half of them never made it,..I‘ve lost like 12 friends from my childhood and teen years in the Sea,. Trying to escape from the Communism,..i know some of you will ask yourselves ,..why we don’t stand up and fight for our rights,..but after 50 years of communism experiment and radical and totalitarian measures ..Controlling the weapons and the communications media of the entire country..it’s almost impossible to stand against the military forces of the government,..it’s a secure death ,..and in the best cases..permanent prison, so many of us decide to escape and try to reborn , again,..in freedom.
Learn a new culture,..new customs,..new language,..new homeland.
You guys can’t imagine how grateful I am of the opportunity this country had given to me.
Just a small part of my story…
Peace out…

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sabes no se no entiendo lo que dice me lo puedes enviar en español porfavor no entiendo y me gustaria leer lo que dice por favor te lo suplico ¿ ya

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Wow. Some stories Leyser and Robbo. Shows how strong the human spirit can be.
Makes what I've been through seen so trivial in the global sense of things.

Rock on guys.xx

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I was TV reporter for 6 years, was seven months pregnant and had a confusion in a penitentiary in the city, had not another person on the street and sent me to go there.
Get there was a lot of police, the press led to a visit to show that everything was in order. Me and my team got a little away from the group, all prisoner was in cells.
Suddenly one of them called me on the cell door and said "Dona, get out of here, this is no place for you" the cameraman who accompanied me drew my attention and said the cell the man was with the door open
We left soon, when we arrive at the gate, heard a bang and then only confusion.
I do not know what was the crime that guy, but he probably saved my life that day.
my English is horrible...... lololol Excuse me!

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My great-aunt Bev has always been my inspiration. I never had the chance to meet her, but I've grown up with stories of her. She was a wonderful singer, painter, and sculptor with a fiery spirit. She was in her late twenties when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. To her, the cancer wasn't half as painful as being confined to a hospital bed. She did everything she could to stay active, against her doctors' wishes: everything from playing with her young son to skiing in Colorado. The doctors begged her to rest as much as she could, but she never could sit still very long. She told them if she was dying, she wanted to do everything while she still could. She died just before her 30th birthday, but she accomplished everything she wanted to and she was happy.

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