Weds., May 23, 2007, nearly 7:30 in the morning, DST, Nashville, Tenn.~

Dear Rebekkah Rachel~

Johnny here.

I am sorry if you are hvving to go through more things. Susie sounds like a very sad igrl. I know that it must be hard for you, seeing the two of you are so close you're almost like sisters.

I pray she gets the help she needs, and I hoee you continue to be there for her during this difficult time in her life.

I am doing as well as can be expected: no worse, yet no better. IT's like my muscular dystrophy has come to a standstill, n terms of progression.

Maybe that is a good thing, but at the same time, it scares the bejesus out of me because I never know when the other shoe is going to drop, when new, scarier symptoms are going to appear. I know that when they do, I'll then get worse, which will probably end up happening to me.

Maman is pregnant, which you probably already know. Anyway, I am happy for her, yet I am scared for me, scared that I won't live long enough to see the baby come. That would be sad.

Personally, I hope the baby is a boy. There's still too many girls in our family, anyway.

Well, Rebekkah, I am going to go now; too depressed to write any more. Just keep me in your prayers; I'll try to do the same for y ou.

Besides the bus just rolled up to a stop, right in front of me. Gotta' go!

I love you, sweet Rebekkah!

~Love, your boyfriend, Johnny. :(