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Three little words. That’s all that it takes to change a life forever. Say a the three little words to that special someone in your life and they could be yours forever.

Say three different little words, and your life could change forever. It’s the different three little words that have recently rocked my world.

Congestive Heart Failure. I hate the words really, they sound so dark, so ominous. It makes it sound as if The Reaper is always waiting just on the other side of the door. The reality of it all is that He is – not just for me, but for all of us. None of us really know how much time we have left, but we all know that the clock is ticking.

For me, I have the fortune of knowing a little more about that clock than most. That’s one of the benefits of getting diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure at the ripe age of 34; I know that the odds are stacked against me that I won’t make into my 70’s or 80’s like most of you. But like everyone, I really don’t know exactly how much sand is left in my hourglass, I just know that it’s flowing faster than most.

While my literal heart is failing (after all, that is part of Congestive Heart Failure – it’s right there in the diagnosis) – my figurative heart is flourishing – and beating stronger everyday – all because of you.

As I’ve begun this new chapter, friends and family from all walks of my life have offered outpouring insanely great sincere support.

Friends have come forward taking the time out of their busy schedules making healthy, cardiac friendly dishes for me and my wife. Others have offered to help with just about everything imaginable. And then there are comments and words of encouragement that flow in as 1’s and 0’s via the inkernet – through Facebook, or email – with heartfelt messages of complete honesty and utter sincerity. Or, as my good friend, Johnson put it, “not in the bullshit supposed-to-say-that way”, but the “there-is-nothing-truer-I-could-say way”.

It helps. It all helps. Every bit of it.

Throughout all of this, I know that things can always be worse. There are 1001 things that I don’t have, and I remind myself of that everyday. I also remind myself that some words are more powerful than others. While Congestive Heart Failure is pretty powerful and heavy, I love you regardless of how it’s said trumps it every time.

And yes, I love you.

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