Sunday, December 09, 2012
So our local radio station has a promotion running to provide Christmas Miracles to 15 families in need from the local area. The families were nominated by listeners. It's a wonderful thing that the radio station and community is doing. Yet still my heart is saddened. All the miracles they are looking for can be solved with an monetary donation. What saddens my heart is that, to me a Christmas Miracle should be something more substantial.
Last year, I faced my first Christmas without either parents. As a single woman that has never been married or never had children, I thought for sure that my brothers would invite me to share Christmas dinner with them. I was wrong and devastated. My new neighbor, who knew very little about me invited me to share Christmas Eve lunch with her and her family. Being surrounded by family (even if it wasn't my own) made that Christmas so much easier to get through. That was my own little Christmas miracle.
This year is different, those friends that were checking in on me last year have gone back to being busy with their own families and Christmas plans, and I find myself spending most evenings alone with a t.v. line up filled with holiday cheer aimed at bringing families and friends together. I have never felt so lonely in my life. No reason to shop, no big fancy meals or dates to Christmas parties. No need to hang decorations because no one but me to see them. Friends that normally have time to share with me are spread so thin there doesn't seem to be time for a solitary figure. But then a small voice reached out. It belonged to a little 7 year old girl. She was all excited about her Christmas program and ran over to invite me to attend. I smiled and promised her I would go. She's my little Christmas miracle this year. I'm still alone but there is someone out there that wants to include me in her celebrations and I smile.
I am hoping that I can spread that cheer - invites to all who I know that live alone. So far no bites (most have children, or siblings, or parents to spend Christmas with) but many eyes twinkling with the knowledge that someone wants them.
So if you have taken the time to read this, please take the time to expand your Christmas celebrations for someone in your area that might be alone. It doesn't need to be for Christmas day, just part of the holiday cheer. Maybe you could be a Christmas Miracle for someone and it won't cost you to anything more than time.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
So I started a new job on Monday. With it came a new attitude... well sorta....
My old job: Not enough work
My new job: enough work to keep me busy all shift
My old job: Can't wait to play computer games
My new job: What are computer games????
My old job: I think I'll have a snack
My new job: Is it really time for lunch already??
My old job: Which fast food restaurant today for lunch?
My new job: Fruits & veggies in tupperware because the locals laughed when I asked about restaurants and said, don't bother.
My old job: Afterwork - coffee with friends or feet up before the tv.
My new job: A walk before work, a walk after lunch, a walk at the lake on the way home.
I feel better, emotionally, physically, and yes even spirtually.
I like my new attitude.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
I sit here aching. So very sore but the smile on my face couldn't be bigger. (Okay, well maybe but not by much.) It was a wonderful weekend.
On Saturday, I meet a friend I haven't seen in about 16 or 17 years. Had a great time visiting. It was like we had seen each other last month!
But it was today that I will always remember as a victorious day. I went to the annual church picnic. After the baptism service, there was an announcement of a game loosely based on the TV show Amazing Race. My friend's son 8 year old son wanted to participate, but she said she wasn't up to it. Almost immediately, another lady started up a very long, and somewhat sad conversation with my friend. Her son stood very quietly by her side, but his neck stretched around to see where all the other kids were heading. I told him, that I would partner up with him, and off we went. We ended up in a team of about 12 people (4 adults and about 8 boys under the age of 12.) We read the first clue, looked at the picture and off we went. As a group we crossed the road, then the boys thought they saw the destination we were searching for all the way across a giant grassy patch (about the size of a football field.) Their enthusiasm was barely contained, so I said, "Isn't this a race? Let's go!" The boys broke out into an outright sprint, and I was right along side them! The other adults jogged up behind us. It wasn't the right spot, but so we broke out into a sprint to another area we thought looked right. I think I probably ran about a half mile (in four different sprints) and walked a good 5 miles. I ache from the bottom of my feet to the middle of my back. But I don't care. I RAN!!!! I didn't think about the pain in my leg; I didn't think about loosing my breathe. I just RAN.
That might not be too amazing to you, but it was only 8 years ago, I was told I would never walk without a cane, crutch, or walker again. It has only been 7 1/2 years ago that I had surgery to try and rebuild my leg. It has only been 5 1/2 years since the physiotherapist told me there was nothing more to be done, and my limited mobility (a bout a half mile walk a day) was the best it would ever be.
I just want to shout, "I did it! I RAN! Thank God that He is giving me strength and courage to try what others told me would be impossible! Yes!"
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
So after reading a friend's blog about trying to find a home for the kittens that she has rescued, I realized that I am surrounded by Crazy Cat People.
There is my niece Kyla. Although her litter is diminishing as they are getting old and passing on, and she kept her promise to her husband of no more new cats, I do believe she still has 6 or 7.
My best friend June used to have two cats, but couldn't help but rescue one stray that was injured. Next thing you know, that rescued cat had kittens and she was suddenly up to 7 cats. Her husband passed away shortly after that and the seven cats gave her great comfort. Soon her litter grew to about 12 cats with more rescued cats. A few began to have some health issues, and the vet told she needed to find homes for some of her cats because they were never meant to live in that small of place in such numbers. She's now down to 6 cats again.
Then my friend Brian told me that the cute little kittens he had last year (and couldn't seem to part with) had babies. So far he has found two out of the three litters. He had 4 females (Momma and kittens) and 2 males (Pappa and a kitten) running around his acreage last spring. The male kitten grew up and disappeared during the winter. So now he has 12 kittens and 5 adult cats running around his place. He knows the third cat had kittens too last week, but hasn't found them yet to know how many are there. He loves his kittens.
Now none of that makes these people crazy, but they all do call me friend. That and their sense of humor definitely makes them a little warped. I love my crazy cat people friends.
(Hmmm, I wonder if maybe I'm not a little crazy myself - I hang out with these people and I am allergic to cats. lol)
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