These better be in heaven: green apples, Crystal Light Strawberry Energy, NASCAR, Tevas, sports bras, hair plops, and...Oprah.
I'm just dumbfounded that ironically (aka~blessing from God) that coaching ended in time to catch the last 3 shows of this amazing lady who falls just short of the Holy Trinity in my life.
I grew up watching this show after school. It was perfect timing. It was bonding time for Momma and I and created mature dialogue for us.
At UVA, I did my class schedule around it.
I may have argued and attacked my AP English teacher for how insane she was to think that my thesis topic of 'Oprah Winfrey's Affect on American Society' was lame. Needless-to-say, I wrote the paper and got credit for the class at UVA.
I submitted my name countless times on her website for different show topics.
Before the first time donating my hair, I actually received a call from a producer and was interviewed.
We are both left-handed.
I secretly love her magazine and have taken it from gyms.
She had a knack for presenting the diverse realities of this world and tapping into my internal conscience. I have a thirst for her wisdom.
http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Surprise-Spectacular-Dakota-Fanning-and-the-Oprah-Babies-Video/topic/oprahshow
Moral of the Story: Simple. Contrite. Real. Full. Oprah's words bite and grasp my heart as they speak truth to me. I look at Oprah just as the eyes of a child looks at her mother. Yearning.
HAHAHAHAH WE DO WRITE ABOUT THE SAME THINGS!
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