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In The Middle Of The Night At Wellstar Douglasville: The Voice Of God Asked Me To Take My Crochet Needle & Yarn Then Crochet While Sitting In The Waiting Room. This Is A Hobby That’s Soothing To Me. Although Some Doctor’s And Employees Were Extremely Evil To Me, Took My Things Then Placed Me Into A Mental Hospital For No Reason. Maybe Because Of The Color Of My Skin. I Stayed Crocheting Sane And In My Right Mind That Night Until God Asked Me To Crank Up My Car Then Leave. That’s The Reality & Rememberance I Want For Me At That Hospital In Douglasville, Georgia. I’ve Even Drove Into The Douglasville Police Department On Fairburn Rd. Praying. Not One Time Did I Ever Say Or Pray For Someone To Use Me Or My Body Or My Two Children That Were Presented To Me. My Daughter At Piedmont & My Son At Northside Hospital. Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day!