O...K....    Her goes,  no image,  just a few words very close to My heart.

I am taking You all back to Valentines Day.  No not the Massacre,  just back up to 1960.   50 years ago at the age of 14 I needed surgery on My heart.  This involved stopping My heart and using a Heart-Lung Machine to provide oxygenated blood while the heart was stopped.  This machine was to My eyes  Huge..  About the size of a room.   35 pints of blood was needed to prime the machine.

This meant there were 35 people out there somewhere who gave of themselves in order  to keep this fantastic machine operating and keeping Me alive.

It was an 8 hour operation and I was several weeks flat on My back before receiving any kind of therapy.  Obviously,  al went well,  because I am writing this now.

Let Me bring You all forward to three days before Valentines Day 2007.  At this time I am 62 Years old and the valve in My Heart is defective.  So here We go again,  more heart surgery.   The machine they use this time is the size of a small shopping trolley and only needs about 5 pints of synthetic blood.  (They had Donor Blood available just in case.)

This operation lasted under 2 hours and I was up and walking the following day.  By valentines Day I was at home with a Nurse visiting twice a day..

Times change.  We change.  Technology is changing faster than We can fully comprehend.

I thank all these people.  Doctors Nurses ,  Technicians,  Scientists, Cleaners  they know who they are  every single day.  The ONE thing I see that never changes is Peoples Love for one another..