Hallelujah!

    I was out riding Mabel today.  When I am out there with her I can just let my mind go where it wants to.
   While we were galloping toward the barn after being down in the fields feeding the cattle I started thinking about when I was discharged from the burn unit and the doctor told me I could look into reconstructive surgery later on. I started thinking about all those people out there in Hollywood who get their noses fixed and I thought about pictures of Michael Jackson when he was young and what he looks like now. If they can turn this normal looking kid into this wackojacko:

    Why can't they fix my scars. (That is a statement, not a question).
OK! So I don't want to look like that freak his surgeons finally turned him into. But what if he had stopped
here:

Or even here

instead of doing this:

      

 

So when I got back to the house I got on line and Googled Plastic Surgeons in Little Rock. I called one up ...and hallelujah! I have an appointment in two weeks for a consultation! Maybe I can get my life back.