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NY Yankees Owner Steinbrenner Dies At 80

baseballThe Yankees principal owner and partner in management, George Steinbrenner dies at 80. In his Tampa, Florida home he succumbed to a heart attack this morning, July 13, 2010.

Rita and George Henry Steinbrenner had something to celebrate besides Independence Day. "The Boss" was born July 4, 1930 in Rocky River, Ohio. He earned his nickname from the day to day involvement with the team. Although an executive, Steinbrenner made decisions daily especially the hiring and firing. As we look back at such a legacy, he also was known for rehiring some of the same people he fired.

"The Boss" became owner of the Yankees in 1973, making it the longest ownership in club history. During his reign, the Yankees won 11 pennants and 7 World Series Championships.

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The Death of a Child

pregnantI was taken back to a sad memory today. When I was 18 years old I was in a very abusive relationship. I was the mother of two, with my baby boy fighting for his life in the neonatal unit of Upstate Medical Center in Syracuse, NY.

My son, born at 24 weeks of gestation was in the hospital, due to his father beating me up, while I was at home getting pregnant by a man I couldn’t stand. When I found out I was pregnant I was horrified because my main focus was my son that was in need of his mother. I decided to abort that child. I hated my partner for the pain that my baby was going through and I hated him even more for thinking about sex and wanting me to have another baby by him. At the time I felt I made the best decision and I still believe it today. I was living on a dark road at that time but guess what?

He got me pregnant again!

I couldn’t have another abortion and I was so fearful that my partner would beat me to the point of having another pre-mature delivery. My son eventually lost his vision due to long-term ventilation use.

When Momma Don't Love You!

nina3"I hate you!" she said. I'll never forget the sound of her voice nor the look in her eyes. The rage still shakes me to the core of my being. I died emotionally that day. If momma doesn't love me, who will? If momma doesn't care what happens to me, why should I?

What do I do? I turn onto a dark road called Self Destruction. I am the walking dead. In search of love, I look for it in all the wrong places. I allowed people to misuse my mind, use my body, and abuse my soul. As I got older, I found out that I had a crippling disability called Don't Know God Itis. Finding out was bittersweet. Bitter, because I didn't know God.

Sweet because I didn't know God, therefore I couldn't possibly know or love myself. I want help. I need help, so I go to rehab.
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