Heart Walk 2010-2011 Boston, MA

On September 3, 2005 my husband, Jim, passed away in his sleep. This was one day after his 45th birthday. He left me with two young daughters who were 15 and just shy of 12 on that day. After 7 months of waiting we were finally informed, by the medical examiner, that he had passed away because of Hypertensive Cardiovascular Disease. This occurred as a result of untreated high blood pressure. In the years that have followed my girls have grown and blossomed into wonderful young ladies that want to spread the word about this disease. The way that they have decided to do this is to walk in this years Heart Walk in Boston, Mass.

The easiest way for you to help fight heart disease and stroke is to make a donation to this worthy cause. Any amount, no matter how large or small will be used to make a great difference in the life of someone. If we can save one person's life so that their children do not have to suffer the same kind of loss that these girls did, it will be well worth it.

This is the link to my oldest daughter's page. If you could make a donation it will mean so very much to so very many people.

http://heartwalk.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=331275&lis=1&kntae331275=D54507AA360940CE987DDF88D2AC4011&supId=294829881

Thank you so much,

Judy

Someone made a comment to me recently that we ALL have a provocative story to tell,

and it got me thinking .

Do we "ALL" Have a story?

One that will capture and freeze its readers with its honestly, with its proclamations?

 

The answer, in this author's 'humble' opinion is NO.

While we may all have bits and pieces of interesting and/or mundane information to share,

hot and cold snippets of something or other, my story distinguishes itself from the others

because it is "telling".

It is gutsy and off-colour, a tad blasphamous perhaps.
 It is audacious and painfully honest, in the way that it cuts to the chase.

The way that it takes no prisoners.

My story will bring about discomfort and disconcerting feelings in the reader.

It will make them cry, because it allows the space and luxury in which to feel pain.

A way to empathize and sympathize with me.

My story will remind the reader of things they have buried deep down into the recesses of their memory.

My story will make them question themselves.

My story will make them question God.

My story will question the basic human condition.

 

My name is Toby Gotesman Schneier and this is my story.

 

It spans decades and lifetimes.

From Nazi Germany, to the hallowed White House halls.

From the posh Upper East Side of Manhattan, to the Great Pacific Northwest.

 

It examines man's culpability and intrinsic nature.

It examines both the good and bad that we, as humans, wrestle with on a perpetual basis.

 

I hope to point out that which is conspicuous, yet somehow ignored.

Things that are known, yet unidentified.

 

Toby

 

http://iamgodessxrebitzin.blogspot.com/

 

 

( Watch for Toby's book coming soon from EMP)