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Snip This From Our Book: Mom, I Know I'm Different

My heart bleeds each time I work on my family's story. It's reliving memories I shoved deep down into the dark caves inside of my mind. Not all of them are sad or gut wrenching, we laugh more than we did then. It's our reality. It's shaped our family. Death crept in and threatened to take my child and I stood against it. Logan fought all the odds. He proved every doctor and specialist wrong.

The following snippets are one from me and one from Logan and from different chapters of the book.


I could no longer watch my son, with tubes and wires flowing from his gaunt frame, struggle to breathe. Each inhale was a battle. Logan’s life slipped away with each exhale.

I had informed the nurse that our pastor would be arriving within the hour. Her gentle hand patted my arm. “Have you eaten? I’ll have a tray sent up.”

I shook my head.

How could I eat? How could I nourish myself while my son couldn’t? He hadn’t kept formula down in days. Small glass jars of sweet potato and carrots were tossed into the garbage.

My vision focused on his oxygen monitor. 77.

How selfish to be breathing and walking about. I cursed myself. I cursed his illness. I curbed heaven and hell.

Anger consumed my heart as fever consumed Logan’s. I was tired. So tired. I marched to the hospital’s chapel, fists filled with crumpled Kleenex and I was going to let out. I had nothing left but fury and in that moment, I wanted to feel anything.

I didn’t want to be numb anymore. I wanted to feel because if I had to say farewell to Logan, he needed to feel the war within me. He needed to know I fought and the only way I could do just that, was to battle the enemy.


I had a friend, her name was Rain and we sat near each other in 1st grade. She wore cowboy boots everyday. Even with her dresses. Our teacher announced that our school was part of a charity event. We were to ride our bikes around the church and school parking lots to raise money for lung cancer.

During recess, Rain sat down next to me. She looked sad.

“I’m scared to ride my scooter.”
“Why?” I asked.
“What if I fall?”
“Why would you fall?”

Rain pointed. She had half of an arm. I never noticed. I see who they really are on the inside—their souls. Not everyone has a nice one, but I’d like to think they could if they tried.

“Don’t worry, I’ll ride along side of you so you won’t fall.”

And, I did. I didn’t want Rain to feel nervous or afraid. After she showed me her arm, she told me was born with it. I told her I was born different, too.

We’re all different. Inside. Outside. It doesn’t matter. God created us different for a reason. No one has the right to make another person feel bad. Hurting others doesn’t make you better and it doesn’t make you superior.

It makes you a jerk.

I hope Rain is happy where ever she is and still wearing her cowboy boots.

Maybe one day I’ll see her again. You never know.

The Plant Experiment - conclusion is Splenda is BAD!

I wanted to do a plant experiment based on sugars and what reaction they had with the plants. Me, mom, and dad were surprised at what we discovered. 

Plant Experiment
Life Science – Biology

(4)  Croton Plants

100 ML of water

1 TSP. of white sugar, brown sugar, Splenda, and water (control)
5% solution

                        White Sugar               Brown Sugar              Control           Splenda
Height            11.5 in                       12 in                           10.5 in           10 in

Color              green/yellow           g/y                              more yellow g/y

Texture          all felt, rubber-like

After the solutions were slowly poured in, some of the liquid came out of the bottom. WS and BS sucked the water back in. The Control remained pooled on the plate. Nothing came out of SP.


The Splenda plant has a white substance on top of the dirt. Could be mold. All soaked up the water except for the Control.


The Splenda plant ha more white mold on the dirt. Leaves feel dry. Losing color.
New sprouts in the WS.
Increase in gnats and small bugs in the Control. The bugs live in the soil. No wings.
After pouring the solution in WS sucked the water back in, the water stayed in BS. The rain went right through the Control. And SP soaked it in.


The leaves on the Splenda plant are brown and wilting.
All the other plants are thriving. The bugs don’t seem to be hurting the Control. The White Sugar plant has grown the most. Not significant, but a little.
I am stopping the experiment. I don’t want to kill the Splenda plant. I am going to start using plain water and see if that helps.


The Splenda plant is healthy, again. The white mold is gone and the leaves are turning green.

If Splenda can do that to a plant in a short period of time, what is it doing to people’s insides?