Spanish for "Old (bad) weeds never die"! These were the words my husband told me when I had a MASSIVE heart attack in July 1998. Was I supposed to laugh? Hindu priest had already been called in for prayers. I was not going to "make it" according to what was happening to my heart. I was OK to say goodbye to all, in spite of how much I loved (and still do!) Nando - he was the one I didn't want to leave.
But just as I was at the point where I would've died Nando came out with this "Hierba Mala NUNCA Muera" (bad old weeds never die) and I chuckeld......from that point on, I also know somehow God would ordain that I would live a few more years. That was 1998 and I STILL have not figured out what it was He wanted me to stay on earth for - but I am here for whatever reason He wishes.
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