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January 18, 2010

This week, we have a story written by Marilyn Duplessis, from Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Marilyn is a mother of two, grandmother of eight and great-grandmother of three. She enjoys knitting, crocheting, playing solitaire on her computer, and doing puzzles in her spare time. She is currently learning how to drive. Marilyn has just gone back to school at Dartmouth Work Activity Society in June 2009, something she enjoys tremendously. While in school she is working toward her GED which is her biggest goal.

The pictures are of Marilyn at 3 years old (1950) and today (2009).

Marilyn at 3 years old and today (2009)

My Bad Experience: A true story

When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I was the oldest child in my family. One day a friend of my father's was visiting with his dog which was the sister to my dog, his dog was named Sissy. The three of us, me and the two dogs, were outside playing.

My mother, who was pregnant at the time, was in the house. She came out to the porch door and called Sissy over to her so she could pat her and talk to her. Mom put the dog's nose next to her throat, talked to her, and patted her. Then Sissy came over beside me and I patted her and said, "Pretty dog." That's when the lights went out for me. For she had grabbed me in the face and tore my mouth to pieces, my lips were just hanging there. The owner of the dog and dad put me in the car and took me to the family doctor.

On the way to the doctor he stopped at his house, tied up his dog and shot it. Dad got mad at him for shooting the dog. He told him he didn't have to do that because there was probably some logical reason for Sissy acting that way, since she was always a friendly dog.

Our family doctor was not home at the time so they had to take me to another doctor whom was very mean. He put me in the chair and I was screaming and fighting so he said to dad, "Come hold down this damn child." He never sedated me and proceeded to put clamps inside and outside of my mouth.

Because of this trauma my mother lost the set of twins she was pregnant for.

Ever since this experience my top lip never went back to its original shape. I am 62 years old, and to this day, when I am very sick there is a piece of my lip that turns blue both inside and out of my mouth.

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