Freed from effects of stroke

In the fall of 2010, I had just returned to the United States from Mexico, where I had written a children’s story called “We Are the Monarchs,” about the flight of monarch butterflies from Canada to Mexico, a distance of 2,500 miles. Each of my butterfly characters is distinct and has a spiritually inspirational message. (The principal of a private school in Ajijic, Mexico, was moved by the story, had it translated into Spanish, and her schoolchildren performed it in the spring as a play with music and dance.)

Since time allowed, I decided to visit a friend in California. While alone in the middle of the night, and staying at my temporary quarters, I tried to get out of bed and fell. I tried to get up once, twice, with all my strength, but down again I went. My cellphone was within my grasp, and I called my friend, who helped me back to bed. 

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