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Before I die:

Make amends
See McKenna get married and have a child
Take better care of my pets
Get books published
Skydive
Meet Robin Williams
Take flying lessons and get my license
Go to Europe, Italy, Australia, Greece, Holland, Mexico
See the world
Take belly dancing
Take horseback riding lessons
Get a horse
Lose weight and keep it off
Remodel house
Hang glide
Get divorced
Go to San Fran
Finish school
Remarry
Have another child?
Give to more charities
Start my own business
Start my own magazine
Take photography lessons
Take salsa lessons
Get rid of clutter
Get digital camera, camcorder
Transfer videos to DVDs
See Bruce Springsteen, Bonnie Raitt, The Stones, Sarah McLachlan in concert
See Sheryl Crowe in concert
Learn to speak Italian
Get my asthma under control
Learn to play the piano
Overcome my fears
Be able to live and pay my bills without having to be on disability
Have money in the bank
Get a boat
Overcome my abuse
Overcome the past
Learn to meditate and do it daily
Go to 90 in 90
Be cured of my allergies
Not have to take anti-depressants

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