Hi,
You all may remember the poem that begins: "I had no shoes and I complained until I met a man who had no feet."
Today, Dec. 31st, would've been my older sister, Helen's 58th birthday. I miss her but she was in much pain ... and apparently was ready.
When I am down, it only takes a hug or kiss from Doogie to make it all better ... he works wonders with everyone around him.
He and Annie were 'best friends' for five years ... until her family moved to Wyoming in June of this year. Annie will be reading the poem Doogie wrote for her several years ago. It should be on 'Maury Povich' but we don't yet have a 'showdate'--I'm posting her picture with Doogie tomorrow. (Can't post it here, sorry.)
Whenever we have problems, you might want to remember these two 'special' children: one born with no arms or legs and one with cerebral palsy who recently lost all of his vision. I've yet to hear either of these children complain ...
May the coming year be as pristine, loving and giving as the hearts of these two ... Happy New Years!
Love always,
:)Sandy

Annie
by Christian "Doogie" Turner, 2002, age 7

My friend, Annie, is not like other girls I know.
She has no arms and short legs--
must have a wheelchair to go--
but she’s beautiful!
When we’re outside, she cheers me on as I swing.
She has a sweet voice.
I say, “Sing, Annie, sing.”
She sounds beautiful!
It’s her dream, and we pray, that someday she will walk.
Hopeful, we believe that
her dreams are more than talk;
we’ll run . . . beautiful.
Until that can be,
she can lean on me.