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My Heart Buddy

By ACHA on 9/10/2012 12:26 PM

By Krista McIlmoil

When I was a kid, I knew I was different. I couldn't run like the other kids, my heart would sometimes beat in a fast, erratic rhythm, and I had a long, skinny scar on my chest. I had a handful of close friends and a great family, but I didn't have anyone who really understood what I went through.

That is, until I met Gabe.

I was scheduled for my second open heart surgery, but the first I would actually remember. I was more mad than scared to be having open heart surgery. I was in the sixth grade and I was missing so much! I would be missing out on the annual sixth grade vs. teachers softball game, the "graduation" Great America trip, and the last day of elementary school.

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