Someone Shot Me In The Back Of My Head With An Invisible Bullet As I Walked Up The Street By Myself To A Rented Douglasville Home Post author:Toicher Times Post published:April 28, 2023 Post category:Uncategorized Stay tuned for more. Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day! Share this:ShareFacebookPinterestLinkedInTwitterEmail You Might Also Like Inside The Booker T. Washington 1996 Graduating Class Yearbook. I’m Held By My Half-Sister With Initials That Spells L.A.W While Not Smiling With My Little Bitty Cute Self August 26, 2023 When I Was A Teenager I Saw A White Man Sitting On The Bricks At The Entrance Of Piedmont Park Off Peachtree: I Don’t Remember Nothing Else After That April 7, 2023 Growing Up In Atlanta: My Mom & Dad Never Saw People They Knew While We Were Out Shopping, Dining Out Or For Entertainment: One Day, I Signed Up At A Temp Agency For A Second Job While Working At The American Red Cross. The Same Day Or Same Week, I Called The Very One Who Interviewed Me To Donate Blood. Surprisingly, We Had A Conversation Like We Were Friends. I’ve Always Been An Active Donor Of My Type Blood & My Mother Was Healthy With O Type Blood Which Is Universal But She Was A Black Woman Who Was Saved & Loved God, Praised God & Tried To Live Right & Love Her Family & Friends. She Was A Total Sweetheart. When I Gave Blood, My Mother Ate Beets. Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day! November 10, 2023
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