Bigger Broken Hearts

In eighth grade, I barely made it through the dissection of a frog in Mr. Webb’s science class at Churchill Junior High.  Even though I grew up watching my dad sick from his heart failure and endure and open heart surgery, I do not understand much about how hearts work and break.

Dwight had stents, small expandable tubes, inserted into his heart.

 

So, I think that, regardless of whether a heart stops working or gets broken, as it mends, it grows.

Dwight’s heart grew because of the stents. When a heart breaks, the pieces go back together, but never quite right.  There’s extra flaps and space. That means one can love more.

I’m grateful that I have the Hooker Horde and, like this dog, they let me live on theirs when mine breaks.

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About hookershorde

I am a school teacher, animal advocate and rescuer, yogi, and happy!
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