I survived car crashes (two of which I was in the driver seat).
I survived the Washington, DC sniper.
I survived major surgeries, and those surgeries of loved ones.
I survived a 6-seater plane pendulum-swinging through the air and flopping about while flying through a black cloud on its way to Boston.
I survived the police finding the remains of a congressional intern's dead body in a park only steps from my backyard while DC politicians were taken into custody and the media swarmed around my apartment building.
I survived the anthrax scare in Washington, DC.
I survived 32 years, so far.
I do not know how I'm going to survive this week at the office.
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Hang in there. Starbucks Ventis and an occasional walk through the Public Gardens do wonders.
My ventis have been my lifesaver this week! And believe me, a good run (or two or three) is on my calendar of things to do this weekend.
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