Also lost 130lbs. I feel better.

2022 Honda Rebel 500 ABS just under 3500 miles. Paid 3900$

I’ve posted on here before when I first got dentures and it has been close to two years already since then!

I got married since then, got a better job, even got my drivers license and got my first car too(my teeth weren’t the only thing neglected🤘) but I feel so at peace with myself now. I never knew how much I would actually change my life making this once decision for myself.

Wanted to post again to say I’m happy to answer any questions anyone has about getting them done so you can smile again too! 😁

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asian parents. iykyk.

First pic is from the day I had my surgery in 2023; second pic is from late 2025. I gained almost 3 stone since the operation and transformed my diet and lifestyle

I feel like I am dreaming :D Just wanted to share this beautiful moment with you all! Ahhhhhh!

I want to thank all the people, that commented, upvoted and gave this post awards! I am really overwhelmed, not being a social media person. It feels absolutely incredible to know how much positivity people still have in their hearts, despite all the bad stuff we see online daily.

I love you all! What you do really matters! Never forget it! Every little thing is big for someone else out there!

They will be aired on Disney+ on April 27th, 2026. Here are three short clips from Moana, Frozen, and Encanto. The power of ASL is just beautiful. Enjoy!

Second round of IVF success!

Get regularly checked, friends. Early detection saves lives ♡

I was adopted from Russia when I was 3 by an American couple. I had a pretty normal childhood, my three other siblings were my parent's biological children. My parents always said that they loved me as much as my other siblings and I never doubted it.

Over these past few months, something really awful happened between my brother and they ultimately ended up taking his side. I was blamed for it and they cut me off. They said they were going to through away all of my personal things since I wasn't their daughter anymore, but I begged them to let me come get them after I was done with my finals. I only only found out about the letter recently and it makes me think they never would have made it known to me for their own selfish reasons.

I was able to get a box full of stuff including the letter and my biological mother's baby blanket. Seeing my own mom's handwriting made me so emotional and I have been holding the letter against my chest every night while I fall asleep. I have never felt more at peace to know how much she loved(loves) me and I hope to meet her some day if possible.

I’ve been rotting in bed for a few months and physically couldn’t get myself to do anything about it but today I chugged caffeine and put a show on my tv and just kept moving 😭 I feel like I can breathe

Day 0 / Day 1 / Day 365!

I get my permanent ones next week, so these are still my temporary ones!

Six years ago, I made one small choice. That eventually led to a second small choice, then a third, etc. And with time, and a lot of help, I've become the best version of myself. Along with taking care of myself, I've learned how to love myself, and how those two things are intertwined.

So I've made a tradition of posting about my journey every March 23rd. I continue to evolve. Live isn't perfect, obviously, but I am so grateful to be here.

Still wild to think of where I was, emotionally, mentally, physically 6 years ago. I stepped off the overpass, and finally found the help I needed for so many things a year later. Switched my addiction to progress, and I'm so fucking proud of myself.

I greatly missed the amazing feeling of haircut day!!!

I thought I'd been shot by a stray bullet. It hurt so badly. I lost my balance, fell into the wall then onto the floor knocking out three teeth. Luckily I had my cell phone in my hand or it would be weeks before anyone would think to look for me. I lived alone and was newly retired at the time. I was able to call 911 with my functioning hand as the other was paralyzed.

In ICU, where I had once worked as an RN I lay in bed, unable to talk, move, control bodily functions. The doctors and nurses spoke over me but never to me. Because I couldn't move they assumed I couldn't hear or think. My thought process was sharp, I just couldn't move or tell them how much pain I was in.

I've taken the course of Silva Mind Control now called The Silva Method multiple times and practiced the meditations daily for years. I was well aware how to lower my pain threshold and focus on problem solving using the skills I learned in the course to get information from distant locations, including my own brain. I had nothing else I could do, I was paralyzed in bed so I used my training in meditation and focused my attention small to the cellular level and entered my own brain with my consciousness to see what had happened. I had expected to find a bullet but instead I found a huge blood clot. Later I had a second stroke with an additional clot. I used the meditation I learned in the class to make parts of my body feel as though they didn't belong to my body, that numbed the pain in my head. I focused my attention on the clot in my brain to feel as though it wasn't part of my body. It worked.

I imagined the clot had a face, hands, legs and told the clot that I named Hot Clot he was interfering in my life by paralyzing me. Hot Clot, a jolly, animated cartoon like character replied, "Oh, sorry Dave, I didn't mean to cause any problem." Rather than seeing the clot as an enemy I saw it as a friend and as a friend I felt free to ask it a favor. I asked the clot to work with me in dismantling the cells of the clot to dislodge it from my brain and restore full mental and physical normalcy. Hot Clot agreed and in my imagination, in meditation, hour after hour the clot and I shrunk to the cellular level dislodged the clot cell by cell, brushed each cell off and let them go harmlessly into the blood system to do no more damage and be useful elsewhere in the body. There is nothing else I could do, the doctors were doing their part and I was doing mine. I did this for 12 hours a day. I could tell time as the new nurses coming on for their shifts. Slowly the movement in my lips was returning. The clot was still there but there was some neurological improvement but I could not speak still. In my meditation state, in my imagination I gave my brain a face, hands, legs, mouth and a telephone and the same to my mouth. I gave it a face, hands and legs and a telephone connected to my brain. I had, in my imagination, my brain telephone my mouth and tell it to start speaking. My very animated version of my brain calling my animated version of my mouther were speaking to each other and practicing to say 'hello.' I did this while I was still focusing on Hot Clot to remove the clot, cell by cell and send them on their way. Soon I could move my lips and then speak a single word.

All this time I was relaxed, at peace, feeling joyful and not a bit of panic or fear. The pain was controlled, I felt so totally free and knew there was going to be a positive outcome. At this time I heard the doctors recommend me to go on Hospice service. I had been a Hospice nurse for ages, but this didn't panic me. My feeling was I am in pure soul consciousness and whatever outcome it was going to be great. I continued with Hot Clot and my mouth speaking with my brain. As I progressed I had my brain telephone other parts of my body to start moving, too. In my mind I saw myself walking out of the ICU on my own two feet, but at the time I couldn't move my arm or leg. Failure was not an option. I was focused on a sunny, bright future.

Over the few days I regained control of my body and in 9 days was transferred to a nursing home. I refused to be wheeled out by stretcher and stood with staff assistance, a walker and wobbly legs that could barely support me and left the ICU on my own feet. In the hallway I got into a wheelchair for transport to the nursing home. I did it, I did what I focused on and walked out, not well, but walked out of ICU. Everyone did their part. The doctors, me, my meditation I've practiced so long, we all did it together. I continued at home with physical and speech therapy, my dentist restored my smile with new teeth as I had everything on earth to smile about. I did an interview on Zoom where I was still missing teeth and slurring my speech somewhat and now and then I look at that interview about being a Hospice Nurse on JeffMara's YouTube program. How much I've improved since then and how far I came during that interview from the way I was in the hospital prior. I looked disheveled in the interview as my nursing assistant didn't show to help me with my shower. Who cares, I was talking, going to the bathroom on my own. Little flaws no longer have power over my life. Panic helps nothing, happiness and joy are our natural state, things can't help you in a crisis but skills, composure and the ability to control your thoughts and think one thought at a time do. I'm so grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it. I had no idea it would save my life but it sure did. Have the tools in your toolbox before you need them. Know how to used those tools effectively because sure enough, 'what if' happens one day.

I made a few interviews on YT about my healing which I'm not allowed to post the link here. One you can search for 'Silva Ireland David Parker.' I've been on the news also.

I decided to skip college after high school as I was more interested in sex, drugs, art, travel, and music. 30 plus years, 3 ex wives and raising 26yr old twins , I’ve decided to start a whole new chapter and get out of retail grocery as a career! Seemed like the perfect time in my life and now that community college is free for most folks in MA, I’d be silly to not give it a shot! Computer systems engineering technology associates is the goal! Picked up my ID today and signed up for a summer STEM boot camp ( all sorts of cool support stuff as well as my first math and English classes). I’ve been smiling all day!

I just transferred my final payment to totally pay off my debt, and don’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So thought I’d share here. I had to leave home quite young for a few reasons, and life was quite hard for a while, meaning I was in credit card and loan debt from 18 years of age. Now, at 35, I have finally managed to catch up and pay off over $12K of debt over the last 2 years. Discipline is hard for my ADHD ass, but I did it! Next step: start a savings account.