Susan Lynn - Heart Valve Journal

Richard Munson Many, many Years ago when i had hair, i saw my barber going into a local hairstylist. So i decided to ... Read more

Susan Lynn Recommendations can be tricky! My brother-in-law also cuts his hair with the flowbee! You might hav ... Read more

Rose Madura I had to Google flowbee! I have cut my Richard's hair for nearly all of our marriage. He says he ow ... Read more

Fidel Martínez Ruiz I suppose Richard Nancy will cut your hair, I'm going to ask my wife to make it, let's see if I get ... Read more

Richard Munson Fidel, if you get lucky at 76, god love you.

Fidel Martínez Ruiz Richard, you´re lucky too, God of course loves you besides a lot of people around. Not to mentio ... Read more

Richard Munson I hear he’s a pretty good guy. I just don’t want to meet him in person too soon.

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For anyone who needs to hear this, today:

Ernest Hemingway once wrote: The hardest lesson I have had to learn as an adult is the relentless need to ...Read more

For anyone who needs to hear this, today:

Ernest Hemingway once wrote: The hardest lesson I have had to learn as an adult is the relentless need to keep going, no matter how broken I feel inside.This truth is raw, unfiltered, and painfully universal. Life doesn’t stop when we are exhausted, when our hearts are shattered, or when our spirits feel threadbare. It keeps moving—unyielding, indifferent—demanding that we keep pace. There is no pause button for grief, no intermission for healing, no moment where the world gently steps aside and allows us to mend. Life expects us to carry our burdens in silence, to push forward despite the weight of all we carry inside.The cruelest part? No one really prepares us for this. As children, we are fed stories of resilience wrapped in neat, hopeful endings—tales where pain has purpose and every storm clears to reveal a bright horizon. But adulthood strips away those comforting illusions. It teaches us that survival is rarely poetic. More often than not, it’s about showing up when you’d rather disappear, smiling through pain no one sees, and carrying on despite feeling like you're unraveling from the inside out.And yet, somehow, we persevere. That’s the quiet miracle of being human. Even when life is relentless, even when hope feels distant, we keep moving. We stumble, we break, we fall to our knees—but we get up. And in doing so, we uncover a strength we never knew we had. We learn to comfort ourselves in the ways we wish others would. We become the voice of reassurance we once searched for. Slowly, we realize that resilience isn’t always about grand acts of bravery; sometimes, it’s just a whisper—“Keep going.”Yes, it’s exhausting. Yes, it’s unfair. And yes, there are days when the weight of it all feels unbearable. But every small step forward is proof that we haven’t given up. That we are still fighting, still holding on, still refusing to let the darkness consume us. That quiet defiance—choosing to exist, to try, to hope—is the bravest thing we can do.