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I am nearly five hundred years old. My birthday is April 17 1511. Yes, this means that I spent what can now only be described as my infancy in the age of Henry VIII. I have revealed myself to few, but tend to get the same questions each time. So, no, I am not a vampire or lycanthrope. Although, I would most undoubtedly be classified as an immortal, I do not fit into the pop culture depictions of them. I do not run around chopping off other immortals’ heads on a quest to be the only one. To the best of my knowledge, I have yet to ever meet one like myself. If other immortals do exist, I would imagine I have never crossed paths with them because of our inability to stay in one place for very long. Although, I do have my suspicions about certain famous people whose lives were inexplicably cut short.

I did not experience some catastrophic event after which I arose from the dead. Yet, I have died eleven times according to public record. I believe that I can die if I suffer a fatal blow or terminal illness. I must admit that it has been some miracle that I have not fell victim to this. Other than my appearance of being somewhere around twenty-six years of age, I claim no special powers. Subsequently, I do seem to heal quickly and do not get sick very often. Other than this, my body and brain operate no differently than yours.

I have been a wife and mother many times over. I have taken on many different names, nationalities, and cultures. My status as an immortal aside, I am still a human. I still enjoy many human things like chocolate, music, drinking, eating, love and lovemaking. Though old in sprit, I pride myself in being able to evolve with the trends. I have taken sides in many political battles. I have been both a peacemaker and peace breaker. Having long life is both a blessing and a curse. I have watched my own children die and suffered much sadness. Yet I found peace in knowing “that this too shall pass,” especially for me. Once you realize that you will never age and potentially never die, you begin to take a much more objective view of the world. My core belief in God has not really changed. My views have evolved to include more possibilities. I have to believe that I still have some manner of a purpose on this earth. Considering that even the Bible mentions individuals that lived to be more than nine hundred fifty years old, my condition is not all that unheard of. Without having been there, I cannot tell you if these individuals became frozen at a certain age, but the text leads me to believe they did not. So, am I special? I would like to think so.

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