Enter A. W. Austin, a civil engineer associated with the Corp of Engineers. Dams were his pride and joy, and the man lived to develop waterways and flood communities all in the name of greater good and progress. Come Hell or eventual High Water, A. W. was determined to see his project through, even if it cost a moral issue or two. A. W. Austin would truck around in an early WWII Jeep Willies and shout here and there to this one and that. More often than not, you would hear the man shout into the night, after a snort of local charm, "Dam it, Damn it!"
On the Crohn's front - read up a bit more on my new found companion. I discovered the affliction has various manifestations and can impact lives in a multitude of ways. Protein, it seems, according to several blogs and informational pages, may help internal recovery. Who knows. What I do know is this, this community of afflicted seems to have a wicked sense of humor. Count me in!
I am ready to continue pushing my boundaries and explore who I really am by running, walking, biking, just getting out and letting cold air encounter my face. I am ready.
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