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THE HAPPIEST DOG IN SHERWOOD PARK

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Does every encounter you have with another person, every exchange, every chance meeting, every smile, every word spoken in frustration, every sadness shared, does it happen for a reason? A special post from the heart of Adena Lowry, one of the Writers Group at North Pointe. Einstein said, “There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.” A Long Goodbye My dog, Griffin, is sick. I think we’re putting him down next week. I’ve been saying goodbye to him for a few days now, drinking him in, watching him, talking with him, hanging out with him, scratching him behind the ears, unsure of how I’m going to…

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MACKENZEE WITTKE’S STORY: HOPE ENDURES

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Mackenzee Wittke is a “one-in-a-billion” little girl. “Kenzee,” as her family affectionately calls her, was born with a medical condition that has baffled experts from around the world. Her condition is so rare that the “Mackenzee Wittke Syndrome” was named after her. Her story was featured in the July 17th, 2014 edition of Macleans Magazine.Matt and Kim Wittke live in the bedroom community of Sherwood Park, Alberta. They have two daughters, Emilee and Mackenzee. Mackenzee’s middle name is “Hope” and that’s what the Wittkes have been holding on to for the past eight years. I’ve visited “little Mac” at the Stollery Children’s Hospital and in their home. Kim’s Story Kim says, “Hope is a word and emotion that has been…

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ADENA’S STORY: TAKING MY BEST SHOT

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My story is a God-sized dream. The dream was given to me three years ago when I had the chance to go to Burundi, Africa. I experienced a heart-felt connection with the people. No Coincidences One day we played Red Rover with 90 school children. They learned our names, and 2 days later in the middle of nowhere in Africa, a little girl called me by name. It touched my heart. Another day, I saw a teenage boy running up a steep hill. As we drove past in our jeep, I rolled down the window and yelled, “Bravo!” He smiled a large grin and gave me a thumbs up. Being a runner, I identified with him. Run Burundi Begins On…

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