The Story of Bobbi Vitality
As a young boy growing up in the 1960s and 1970s in Northeast Philadelphia, I was overexposed to hospitals, operations, sickness and pain, suffering, disease, and death. Between the ages of 9 and 19, I watched over a dozen close family members fall victim to various afflictions. First they lost their quality of life and then their lives. Some went quickly while others went slowly. Some were young and others were older. They all suffered tremendously and the outcome was devastating for all of us. They are all missed very dearly.