My Buford

It is important imperative to make 30 minutes to watch this.  I don’t even like church, and I was spellbound.

Nine years ago, we lost Bug; we will likely prematurely lose S; and I consider my mom to be a breathing miracle every day.  I didn’t realize until this very moment, I literally have a Buford named Buford.  He’s not cancer, but he’s a mountain I want to move.  And he’s not likely to go easily.  Mr. Buford unknowingly sparked my revolution.  Though LOL Congress is still a seed, it’s growing. And from that seed, I’m going to change the world.

Okay, really I’m just going to change a word in the world. But it’s a word that’s hurting a lot of people.

Live. Because I am coming. Touche, Lt. Col. Weber. Touche.

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