Thursday, November 30, 2017

a whole lot of college and a final essay

In my ignorantly over zealous desire to plow through the prerequisites for the nursing program at our local community college, I signed up for 20 credits this term (15-16 is a FULL load).
My sister in law did the same- both of us jumping in together.
The term is over in 6 days (PRAISE JESUS!) and I can hardly wait.
Over the next 6 day's, Liz and I will study for 2 final exams, complete a 10 hour clinical day on Saturday for our Nursing Assistant program, 6 hour clinical day on Sunday, graduate from the CNA class on Sunday afternoon, take a biology lab final exam on Monday, do a lot of studying on Tuesday, take a final exam in Biology lecture on Wednesday.  Then the term is done (and I am getting this fanny on a plane bright and early Friday morning and heading to Hawaii.  I will sit on the beach with my toes in the sand and do absolutely nothing for 11 days- NOTHING- and my brain will thank me profusely).

Here's how the 20 credits broke down this term
  • Medical Terminology- 3 credits
  • Biology211+Lab- 4 credits (for the time and homework energy this class takes, it should be 8 credits)
  • CNA Class- When offered at the community college we attend it was 9 credits (it is a 20 hour a wk. class that you attend.   The college stopped offering it and a private company gives the class with the credit going towards your prerequisites)
  • Writing 121- 4 credits
I am done with the Medical Terminology class (our professor let us work ahead if we were able) and received an overall grade of an A.
I also just finished writing 121 (our professor gave us our final essay project before Thanksgiving.  It is due Dec. 3 but I was able to get it done early).  I received a final grade of an A in the class.
I'm praying for a C in Biology.  Currently I am at a 71% and have worked my TAIL off for the C.  Getting an F on the first mid term was a set back but thankfully not unrecoverable.  I will be super pleased with an overall grade of a C and will move on to microbiology or Anatomy and Physiology in January.  
All of that being said, I thought I would share what one of my college level essays looks like.  For our final writing essay in WR121, we were asked to write 1200 words on the Holocaust.  
For this post, I omitted the referenced sources (by the quotes) but left everything else.  The entire essay was double spaced, which is why the first paragraph is double spaced on my blog.  For some reason, this post would not let me edit the spacing on the paper, making it all single or all double spaced- so you get to have a mixture of both :)
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It seems impossible to begin an essay like this and not address the emotion within ones self.  A topic like the Holocaust brings to light a dark and sadistic side in mankind that is unimaginable to understand.  It also brings to light the anguish and torment innocent victims suffered during this evil time.  As the writer, it has been hard and heartbreaking to read about.  The desired effect of this paper is to represent those directly victimized by the events of the Holocaust well, respectfully validating their valor as they walked through devastating grief.  The desire is to also show that even among so much tragedy, all hope was not lost; faith and bravery were still finding their way, weaving through the stories of victims, going as far as raising its voice around the world in the aftermath of this tragedy with a resounding gong that is still heard today.

The beginnings of what would become the greatest mass casualty in human history began innocently 
enough; with the birth of a baby boy. On April 20, 1889, Adolf Hitler was born to an Austrian 
Customs Official and his wife. When Adolf was 14 years old, his father passed away. It was shortly after this that he became rebellious and determined to find his own way. By 16, Adolf had dropped his scholastic learning, taking up painting and aimlessness, with the hopes of becoming a famous artist. During his 18th year, two pivotal events took place; Adolf’s mother passed away and his attempts to enroll in fine art school were denied. He dropped into a severe depression and isolated himself from friends and remaining family. It was also during this time that Adolf developed an obsession with mass political manipulation, or better known as mass political control. “He was particularly impressed by the successes of the anti-Semitic, or anti-Jewish, nationalist Christian-Socialist party of Vienna Mayor Karl Lueger (1844– 1910). Lueger's party efficiently used propaganda (spreading a message through literature and the media) and mass organization. Hitler began to develop the extreme anti-Semitism and racial mythology that were to remain central to his own "ideology" and that of the Nazi party.” 

In 1914, at the age of 25, World War One broke out and Adolf voluntarily joined the German military where he fought for the next five years, earning multiple awards for bravery. When the war was over and without any particular vocational goal, he joined many other veterans and began fighting in the streets in Germany. Shortly after his escapades of street fighting, he was able to gain employment as a political officer in Munich (Germany). During this time, he also began attending meetings at the German Worker’s Party (this would later develop into what would be known as the Nazi party), a group with deep anti-Semitic roots. Soon, he was one of their most popular speakers, his enthusiasm and hatred of Jews creating a sort of contagion among his peers and countrymen. By 1921 he was a leader for the Nazi party with the group he facilitated counting 6000. By 1923 he had 56,000 followers and by 1932 the Nazi party had approximately 6.5 million followers and the rise of Adolf Hitler was beginning.

World War 1 was devastating to Germany’s economy and difficult on the country’s morale. By it’s ending, the country was bitter and hard pressed. Work was difficult to come by and times were desperate and depressed. Hitler’s propaganda was promising to the feeble minded citizens of Germany. People were willing to cooperate with his Anti- Semitic tirades in the hopes that he could bring new good to the country and restore the prestige lost during the war. In 1932, the Nazi party was able to gain a seat in Germany’s political regime. It would seem only natural that Hitler was delegated to serve. By 1934, the president was dead and Adolf Hitler was nominated to replace him. The title president was quickly removed and in its place was ‘Fuhrer’ meaning ‘all powerful ruler’. With Fuhrer Hitler’s shrewd political persuasions, his standing in Germany’s political government, and the people’s desperation for hope, a country full of brainwashed citizens believed that it was the Jewish race, as a whole, who were responsible for Germany’s downfall. Almost immediately, Hitler began to condition the country for his plan of ‘final solution’, which was to place all Jewish men, women, and children in concentration camps for their extinction. 1934 was the beginning of an 11 year long reign of terror that would forever change the world, drawing out in vast array both the bravery of European citizens and the evil sadistic lurking of the brainwashed soul. The two opposites living side by side as neighbors, friends, and even family.

If it were on weighted scales, Adolf Hitler’s story would not have been worth the words above. His beliefs were despicable and his actions horrifically deplorable. He gets mention only for the fact that it is the gateway to the real story. A story of hero’s who lived during a time when life was stacked against them. When, due to their nationality or willingness to help the Jews, they did not stand a chance to survive. Babies who may never have taken a breath before loosing their life, men, women, and children who died during this fateful time, and finally those who lived through the horrible ordeal to tell their traumatized tale. It is for them that we rise and champion this piece of history and for them alone. To tell their stories as a corner stone of reclaimed victory for the life they lived. We will remember and protect their legacy with vigilance and pride. It is in a spirit of great admiration that I turn the voice of this Essay over to the Ten Boom family, whom I am proud to know, even if only by penned history.

Learning love and forgiveness often begins before its action is required. For some, it’s rooted in the belief that what goes around comes around, excluding faith and instead embracing the basic fundamentals of ethical behavior. For others, it’s for faith’s sake, a belief in Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. The later is where the Ten Boom family’s hearts resided. They loved the Lord and had a strong history of Christian Faith. The Bible is full of stories presenting the Jews as God’s chosen people and the Ten Booms believed this completely, living by the principle to love your neighbor as yourself.

Widowed and elderly Casper along with his daughters Corrie and Bessie Ten Boom ran a small clock repair shop known as the Beje house in Harleem, Holland. In 1940, six years after Hitler had taken reign in Germany, Holland, including the town of Harleem, was invaded by the Nazi’s. It took the Germans five days to have their victory, ensuring that all 140,000 Jews residing in this Dutch country would fall under Hitler’s Anti-Sematic leadership. Within months, the German soldiers created and enforced rules, making the Jews register followed by marking them with a yellow star that was to be worn on their clothing. The groundwork was laid and the road to Hitler’s extinction plan for them had begun. In response to this, and on the basis of their Christian faith, the Ten Boom’s had a safe room designed into the living space in their home. A room that from both the interior and exterior of the home was invisible. It was hidden with perfection behind an upstairs wall so that even to the trained soldiers eye, it could not be detected. Its contents would be precious and its location would mean the difference between life and death for the Jews that would hide behind its wall.  As a family, they had decided they would provide food, shelter, and a safety for any Jew that came to their door. In doing this, they put their own lives in danger and risked imprisonment; but again, their belief that God would have them love others as themselves and reach out to those who were being persecuted unjustly trumped their need to protect themselves. They trusted God with their lives and knew that whatever the cost, He would see them through, even if it meant death. Corrie told her father that she was frightened of becoming a martyr, being persecuted and dying for her beliefs one day. To this, he replied, “When you take a train trip from Haarlem to Amsterdam, when do I give you the money for the ticket? Three weeks before?” “No, Dad, you give me the money for the ticket just before we get on the train. “That is right,” her father replied, “and so it is with God’s strength. Our wise Father in heaven knows when you are going to need things too. Today you do not need the strength to be a martyr. But as soon as you are called upon for the honor of facing death for Jesus, He will supply the strength you need—just in time." 

How providential Casper’s words were to Corrie. On February 28, 1944, four years after the Ten Boom’s had made the decision to harbor Jews, a Dutch neighbor turned them in. On this morning, the Ten Boom’s were able to safely hide the six Jews they were harboring prior to allowing the SS officers into their home. Even though the officers were not able to find the Jews, there was enough evidence to arrest Casper, Corrie, and Bessie (the six Jews were rescued three days later and survived). This was the last time Corrie and Bessie would see Casper alive. He died shortly after his imprisonment. Corrie and Bessie were both sent to Ravensbruck concentration camp where they would suffer unimaginable horrors at the hands of the Nazi’s. During their time at Ravensbruck, Corrie would lead the women in Bible Study and talk to the women about the Lord. She never lost sight of her faith and proclaimed it to all who would listen.

Bessie passed away while still at Ravensbruck, she survived 10 months, going home to heaven on December 16, 1944. Corrie was released due to a clerical error on December 28, 1944, twelve days after Bessie died. After her release, Corrie went on to speak around the world about her life, her faith, and her experience at Ravensbruck. At one point during a speaking engagement, an SS officer whom had tortured many at Ravensbruck, including she and Bessie, approached her. He was remorseful for his actions and had since become a Christian. The officer approached Corrie seeking forgiveness for the wrongs he had done. In God’s strength, Corrie openly forgave him- it was not an easy choice for her but the right choice.

800 Jews passed through the Ten Boom’s doors before their home was shut down. Countless others were impacted by the Ten Boom’s willingness to share food, advice, and spiritual comfort as they lived out their faith during such violent times. Upon the end of the Holocaust, Corrie Ten Boom kept walking in her faith, going on to proclaim hope and forgiveness all around the globe. She claims that it was Jesus who gave her the courage to protect the Jews, Jesus who gave her the strength to both have and share her hope while in the concentration camp, and Jesus who gave her the ability to forgive her captors and share her story with many thousand people. 

Much like the Ten Boom family, Yankel Wiernik found himself imprisoned in a concentration camp during the Holocaust.  Unlike the Ten Boom’s, Mr. Wiernik’s imprisonment was based on his race. With impeccable detail, Yankel recounts how his carpentry skills were used by the Nazi’s to help build, among other things, gas chambers. He tells of Jewish children arriving at the camp with their mothers. Large fires had been built and the children thrown in, screaming as they burned alive in front of their parent. He recalls how a pregnant woman was thrown into the fire, the baby in her womb exploding from inside of her. The guards would watch, finding a sadistic pleasure in the torture and death of their victims day after day.  One explanation for this barbaric and inhumane attitude in the Nazi soldiers has been directed at the role alcohol played as a contributing factor to dulling the guard’s senses and perpetuating such violent behavior.  A year after his imprisonment, Yankel was able to escape, forever haunted by what he saw and endured.

What are we to make of such tragic times, times created and inflicted by our fellow man? Unlike natural disasters, which mankind has no control over, we had control over whether we partook in the making of the Holocaust. Europe chose to do this to their people!

We know that historically, Europe was defeated prior to Hitler coming on the scene. We also know that the people of Europe were both prideful and desperate. Adolf Hitler was a lost and confused boy who grew into a man looking for a place to take out his anger. He was gifted in the art of political persuasion, misusing his gift for his own evil purposes. The European people, in their desperation for recovery both in their pride and economy, made one of the greatest compromises in human history. They agreed to follow a mass murder, partaking in his ways with the hopes that they would appear powerful and part of something historically great. They agreed to lay down love and take up hate.
Oh how careful we humans must be, guarding our hearts with Truth and love. Ultimately, it was not Hitler or alcohol that created the Holocaust, both were simply a catalyst for what was already brewing. Compromise was made in the hearts of the European people and as the mass majority, they chose selfishness, hatred, and power over what was right. It is my belief that this was the root of the Holocaust.  They forgot how to love each other.

 As Americans, we are a diverse nation with many different beliefs.  Each day, we are faced with the same decision the Europeans were: will we choose to love or hate each other in our differences.  In our fierce independence and strong desire to fight for what we believe in, I hope we choose to fight hardest for love, to love each other in our differences and stand strong, in unity, as a nation.



             

Friday, October 27, 2017

what the next three days will look like

I don't know if when I get through this season (the pre-reqs to nursing school) whether I will wish I blogged about the experience more or whether I will have wished I hadn't blog about it at all.
Maybe I'll be happy with the amount I blogged about it...
I just don't know.
That being said,
Here's what the next three days will look like...

Tomorrow Liz and I will be doing a weekend of clinical's at our local skilled nursing facility (Nursing Home).  We will complete 10 hours Sat. and 10 hours on Sunday.  When this weekend is over, we will be a little over half way through the CNA class (Graduation will be on Dec. 3 WHOOP!)

Saturday's are shocking.  The smell's (kudos to the makers of Vicks), the early morning (5:45 a.m. start time), and the feelings of facing what getting older brings.  Then there is the reality of sickness and near death while your empathy and compassion are working on overtime and your sanitary skills are on sensory overload (hand washing, gown covers, mask, lots and lots and lots of gloves, etc).
Sunday's are hard- I miss going to church with my family (in my adult life, I've never gone so long without going to church on a Sunday morning- even when we were in Germany for 9 Sunday's, I still managed to find a church- there were Sunday's we listened in German.  I miss the routine of church a lot.  I'm still doing devotions and listening to pod casts all week but it's not the same).
Then, you are done on Sunday afternoon and somehow you feel a sort of accomplishment that you not only survived the weekend but you also learned a few things.
Monday rolls around and you find yourself in a Biology class that is over your head but strangely addicting.  Your brain is constantly funneling new words and trying to grasp foreign concepts and as much as you think it is not going to, all the new ends up somehow sticking- or at least trying to stick.

That's what the next three days will look like on my end
Hope you all have an awesome weekend!!


Here is a (blurry) picture from last weekend.  Saturday night, my brother in law, John and sister in law, Lori were in town from Washington.  We went out to dinner- It was a fun evening.

I think someday we will appreciate these pictures :) :)



Monday, October 16, 2017

make it or break it part 2


I don't have a lot of time to blog (homework is calling my name) but I did want to do a follow up post to my FRIDAY'S POST (I only posted in on Facebook for a bit because I realized that I needed to get the people in the picture's permission prior to posting).

Here is a excerpt from Friday's post (bold italic) and at the bottom of the post I put an update on how the first 20 hours of clinical's went...

Along with enrolling in our community college, Liz and I also signed up for a Certified Nurse Assistant (CNA) course that is intimidating, rewarding, and intense.  The course is 9 weekends long with a combined total of 180 hours of classroom and clinical time.  During the 9 weeks, we spend 10 hours on Saturday and 10 hours on Sunday both in a class room and doing clinical rotations.  The clinical rotations allow us to perform the hands on duties of a CNA on residents at skilled nursing facilities (Nursing Homes).  Currently, with our CNA class, we have completed 40 hours of 'book' time and will begin 40 hours of 'clinical' time in the morning.  We will arrive at a local skilled nursing facility at 5:45 a.m. and leave at 4:15 p.m. both tomorrow and Sunday.

OH MY GOODNESS!

My heart is willing, my mind is terrified, and my gag reflex is strong.  I told the instructor of the CNA course that I will be prouder of myself if I can make it through this course then when I/if graduate from actual nursing school. For me, this weekend will be about facing my own inabilities (handling smells, changing dirty briefs, etc.) and not caving to my gag reflex and the intense desire I get to run from overwhelming situations (smells, etc.).  I told Liz that if I faint from hyperventilating,  just drag me out of the facility and don't let anyone call the ambulance (who wants a bunch of EMT or firemen you know standing over you when your just having a moment of panic?? NOT ME).

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't know what God is up to, putting the desire in my heart to pursue nursing.  I could think of many other smarter, more qualified, younger people that would do much better.  But for reasons I don't completely understand, He has called me to this season at this time and is clearly guiding this path.

My gut feeling is that this weekend will be a make it or break it for me.  Even if I can't stomach the clinicals we will be doing and I choose to quit (or if I involuntarily throw up continuously from repetitive gagging and then think about what I am doing and gag some more and then throw up some more and the cycle continues and I have to quit because it is so disruptive to the group- yes, I think this could happen- I know people who, even when talk about things that have grossed them out start gagging- what if I am that person....is there a clinical diagnosis for a repetitive gagger- one that gags continuously for the rest of their life....ahahahaaaaa. I joke.  I hope.  could this happen?), I will still be so thankful for the last 3 weeks and will be able to hold my head high (not feeling like a failure but instead just so thankful for the experience).  If my weak stomach can overcome this clinical, the next hurdle will be passing Biology :)

Here's to a God who places dreams in our hearts we never knew we had and gives us the courage it takes to overcome fears!

P.S. I pray He is a God of blocking offensive smells in our nose too....bahahaaaa!!!

P.S.S. I'm super proud of Liz- She's got a rock solid stomach and some grit.  Those smells don't got nothin' on her!
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UPDATE (10.16.17)

Well, we are 20 hours of clinical's down towards our Certified Nurse Assistant Certificate (60 more to go)!

There were aspects of this weekend that were very difficult- I did have to step out of a room and take a breather (working on my tolerance for smells- I think Vicks was my best friend all weekend).  But, there were also aspects that were surprising to me.  I learned that mucus does not gross me out at all (Maybe because it doesn't have a strong smell- it's more of a texture thing..gooey, sticky, and glue like) and brushing someones teeth, even if they are grimy or full of food, is also not gross (digging out the particles of food and watching them be spit out of the mouth is outstanding- like your being rewarded for the job you did- what would have been extra rewarding is if they would have hawked up a loogie and spit it in the food ridden spit water from teeth brushing :) )
What took me most by surprise is how compassion and empathy for the patients you are performing nurse assistant duties on over-rides all the other feelings of fear or hesitancy that I had (except smell- that will be a miracle if it get's over-ridden by anything other than an act of God!).
When you know someone is in need, you don't even think twice about meeting that need the best you can (and if you can't, you find someone who is qualified to meet it).
Liz rocked the smells-  While I stepped out of a room due to my lack of smell tolerance, she charged right on in and handled it like a champ!

Here's to two nurse's in the making!

5:45 a.m. Saturday morning

Friday, October 13, 2017

make or break it..here we go!

No, it has not always been my dream to become a nurse.
I'm afraid of most everything that surrounds the nursing profession
giving shots
blood
wounds
smells
vomit
poop
sickness
suffering
hurting
dying
I know all of this exists but, in the past, insulated myself from facing it's reality.

Until a little over three years ago.

I was given the privilege of walking with those who are suffering and it crushed my heart.
I begged God to take away the crushed feeling and replace it with a callous indifference.  I wanted closed ears to the cries of the hurting, and, a callous heart to the deep ache and heaviness of suffering and sickness.
God didn't answer my prayer in a way that I wanted, instead, He surround me with more suffering and more hurting and placed a burden on my heart to help.
Through this, He brought me to a place where the sufferings of others trumped my fear of all the nursing profession requires and I acted.
Three weeks ago, along with my sister-in-law Liz, I enrolled in our local community college to begin the prerequisites to become a nurse.

If possible, I would like to help assist in the treatment of those suffering with Lyme Disease.

Along with enrolling in our community college, Liz and I also signed up for a Certified Nurse Assistant (CNA) course that is intimidating, rewarding, and intense.  The course is 9 weekends long with a combined total of 180 hours of classroom and clinical time.  During the 9 weeks, we spend 10 hours on Saturday and 10 hours on Sunday both in a class room and doing clinical rotations.  The clinical rotations allow us to perform the hands on duties of a CNA on residents at skilled nursing facilities (Nursing Homes).  Currently, with our CNA class, we have completed 40 hours of 'book' time and will begin 40 hours of 'clinical' time in the morning.  We will arrive at a local skilled nursing facility at 5:45 a.m. and leave at 4:15 p.m. both tomorrow and Sunday.

OH MY GOODNESS!

My heart is willing, my mind is terrified, and my gag reflex is strong.  I told the instructor of the CNA course that I will be prouder of myself if I can make it through this course then when I/if graduate from actual nursing school. For me, this weekend will be about facing my own inabilities (handling smells, changing dirty briefs, etc.) and not caving to my gag reflex and the intense desire I get to run from overwhelming situations (smells, etc.).  I told Liz that if I faint from hyperventilating,  just drag me out of the facility and don't let anyone call the ambulance (who wants a bunch of EMT or firemen you know standing over you when your just having a moment of panic?? NOT ME).

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't know what God is up to, putting the desire in my heart to pursue nursing.  I could think of many other smarter, more qualified, younger people that would do much better.  But for reasons I don't completely understand, He has called me to this season at this time and is clearly guiding this path.

My gut feeling is that this weekend will be a make it or break it for me.  Even if I can't stomach the clinicals we will be doing and I choose to quit (or if I involuntarily throw up continuously from repetitive gagging and then think about what I am doing and gag some more and then throw up some more and the cycle continues and I have to quit because it is so disruptive to the group- yes, I think this could happen- I know people who, even when talk about things that have grossed them out start gagging- what if I am that person....is there a clinical diagnosis for a repetitive gagger- one that gags continuously for the rest of their life....ahahahaaaaa. I joke.  I hope.  could this happen?), I will still be so thankful for the last 3 weeks and will be able to hold my head high (not feeling like a failure but instead just so thankful for the experience).  If my weak stomach can overcome this clinical, the next hurdle will be passing Biology :)

Here's to a God who places dreams in our hearts we never knew we had and gives us the courage it takes to overcome fears!

P.S. I pray He is a God of blocking offensive smells in our nose too....bahahaaaa!!!

P.S.S. I'm super proud of Liz- She's got a rock solid stomach and some grit.  Those smells don't got nothin' on her!

Here we go!




Thursday, August 17, 2017

a few baffles

A few things that baffle me:

Why do...
  • Police sell their old vehicles at public auctions.  The light bar may be removed off of the top but the paint is still the same.  The cars sell for bottom dollar prices ($700-$1200).  Maybe I should rephrase that last sentence- they sell at hoodlum dollar prices.  Logic tells me it's just a bad idea.  A mockery to the car.  First they chase the hoodlum then they are owned by the hoodlum.  You know that cars riding around with it's tail between it's legs.  I would have voted they be offered to struggling veterans.  Men of honor who risked their life for our country.  Something along those lines.  I'm sorry retired police car....I'm sorry. 
  • Why do people eat Sushi?  Raw fish...Really?  It just seems like it's a good way to contact parasites and unexplained extended diarrhea.  As if that's not bad enough, it sometimes gets seaweed wrapped around it.  The weird looking green floating stuff in the ocean that is known for it's high sodium levels and the possibility for iodine toxicity.  I can not wrap my brain around what the draw to Sushi is.
  • Last one- this one isn't so much baffling but just an interesting bit of information that I learned while we were visiting Canada several years ago.  Did you know that one can of chewing tobacco sells for $29. in Canada (a can of chew is roughly $6. in the US).  You can't buy chewing tobacco at a grocery store, you buy it from off the beaten path convenience stores that are not allowed to have any signage showing that they carry tobacco products.  They also do not flavor their chew.  They feel like if they flavor it (and make it affordable) it will be a draw for kids to buy and get addicted to.  It's called the “Making Healthier Choices Act”.  Another 'no no' in Canada is “wine-dipped” cigars, and fruity cigarettes.  Hummmm.....If I lived in Canada I would have to give up smoking cigars and chewing tobacco (darn!)
Happy Wednesday guys!

p.s. i was joking about smoking cigars and chewing tobacco.  I pretty much stick to eating fibrous foods and avoid sugar.

Thank you to 'An Insider's Guide to Buying Used Police Cars' for this photo :)



Tuesday, August 15, 2017

I've got a question for you :)

I've got a question for you.
If we are Facebook friends, would you please answer in my comment section under this post.  If we are not Facebook friends, please feel free to send me an e-mail (blessingofadoption@hotmail.com).

What is the most adventurous thing you have ever done?

I'm so excited to read your answers!

Mine would be moving from a subdivision home with a comfortable job and life to a ranch, off the grid, in Kauai, for 2 years (2009-2011).  I learned that I am a difficult person when I am out of my comfort zone :) and that humidity and my hair are a terrible couple.

OK, your turn-

A month into our Hawaiian 'Adventure', my dear friend Holly came to visit (June 2009).  Here we are on one of the beaches at the ranch where our family lived.  



Thursday, August 3, 2017

a couple of thought provoking things

It's been an interesting month with a  couple of thought provoking things that have happened....

Three or so weeks ago, I was on my way to visit my sis in law (I was by myself).  I had come to an intersection of a highway and was getting ready to pull out and take a left.  There was a bridge on my left and a long stretch of road on my right.  In front of me, just across the street was a 20 foot or so embankment.  I glanced to my left and saw that there was a white suburban type of SUV just coming up to the bridge.  They were not going very fast and I knew I could pull out and make it into my lane safely.  I leaned forward and looked to my right and did not see any cars.  I went to go press on my gas petal to pull out and my leg literally felt like lead and I felt a jolt of a non audible 'DONT' inside my head.  As I looked down at my leg to see why it wouldn't move, I heard the sound of a very fast  moving vehicle.  I looked up just in time to see a truck pass in front of me, in the lane I was getting ready to turn into, traveling at a high rate of speed.  I must have sat at the intersection for 2-3 minutes trying to figure out how I missed seeing the truck.  Honestly, I have never had anything like this happen before.  I put together that, in the almost 3 years I have owned my car (Nissan Rogue), I have never noticed that if my car is angled just right, the passenger side head rest mixed with the way the wrap is on my back window leading to the passenger side back door, there is a perfect blind spot.  My car was positioned just right for that blind spot to be a 'blind spot' when I pulled up to the stop sign to make the turn.  After processing the blind spot, I thanked God for His protection and thanked him that my son, who is a firefighter in the area and was on shift that day, did not have to respond to a call involving his mom.  I also thanked God that the speeding truck was able to safely travel to where he was going.  It was a sobering moment and quite frankly, it's still a sobering moment (it was hard to even type out the story in this post).  It seems like, what's most important to take away from this is how, in an instant, our life can change.  As much as we don't want to think about it, it's a fact.  I can't imagine doing this life without Jesus, His hope that no matter what, He is with us, His presence,  His peace, and the promise of Heaven when our life here is over.

Two weeks later,  I was driving home from an event.  I was a couple of miles from my house and I see what looks like a woman curled up in the fetal position at the end of a gravel driveway.  I slowed down and drove past her really slow.  I will never be one of those people who can just drive by this type of situation and not stop.  If I think someone needs help, I'm a big believer that you stop and help if you can.  I rolled down my window and asked her if everything was ok- she was very upset and said that she felt like her hands were frozen but her body felt like it was on fire.  She also said she was thirsty and had a really bad headache and asked if I would call for help.  I pulled my car off of the road just past where she was laying so I could call 911 and give her some water.   Nissan Rogue's have hatch back type of trunks.  The bottled water I was getting her was in my trunk area.  As I was leaning into the trunk area to grab the water, I hear a motorhome door slam and a man start yelling, 'get up Cheryl, GET UP! you're fine!'  I had noticed the motorhome sitting 30 or so feet back down the gravel driveway from where the woman was laying.  I thought it was abandoned so didn't think much of it.  While the man was walking towards 'Cheryl' and I, he undid the belt off of his shorts, which made his shorts sag so low it was awkward.  When I looked directly at him, trying to get a quick assessment of what was going on, I could tell he was not in his right mind.  From his reaction and from her reaction, it was apparent that she was having some sort of reaction to drugs and he was high.  As he got closer to us, he threw his water bottle down at her and insisted that she get up.  I was talking to 911 on the phone (ambulance had already been called and was almost on scene) and was beginning to feel really uncomfortable with the man (we exchanged 'words' after the 911 call).  A white truck was just passing by us, going very slow, and I flagged them down and told them to wait until help arrived (yay! for others who are willing to stop and not drive on by)- I wanted some help if the guy began to get out of control.  First responders arrived and I jumped in my car and left.  The people sitting in the white truck also left.  When it was all over, I found myself pondering for days why people do drugs.  My heart was so sad for this couple and the life they were living.  She was completely miserable (from whatever she had taken) but statistically, she would get out of the hospital and go right back to using.  She doesn't realize how precious her life is and that she is wonderfully created by our Almighty God.  Drug addictions are heartbreaking.  absolutely heartbreaking.

If I could do it over, I would have pulled up next to the woman, called 911 for her, and stayed in my car with my window down talking to her and reassuring her- not because I didn't want to help her but because it doesn't seem like it was a safe decision on my part to get out (due to the man coming out of the motorhome).
It's not in my nature to back down from confrontation and I'm a natural protector of the underdog, so, when the man came out yelling at Cheryl I stood up to him verbally.  It did no good, he wasn't even in his right mind and his responses were not logical.  Ignoring him would have probably been best (or verbally sparing from my car where I could roll up my window...I don't know, this just seems cowardly :)-  

There you go, now you know a few things that have been going on in my mind.  Not a super fun blog post to write but it's real.