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...a lazy afternoon and my Sunday night shows, especially Madam Secretary have been replaced by ballgames! A shame! I knew something was wrong... It was Saturday and I was home alone... Mom had died and there was nobody to see me cry.... It had been going on for some time. I knew I needed somebody to talk to. I called Nancy, friend and our choir director, who also worked wher e I worked and I thought she could better understand what I needed to say...But she didn't answer... I called my Pastor. He and his wife came, it seemed quickly, and as soon as they came toward me, I cried, "Pray for Me..." I didn't hear any of their words, though. It seemed like one part of my mind was watching...watching the scene of my crying while the Pastor prayed. At the end of the prayer, they started to talk to each other, saying things like, she certainly needs help... For me, I couldn't seem to think coherently to form sentences. I felt like I was in a daze. Then I heard my

  Several days ago,  I was at a doctor's office... I was sitting waiting. I would watch people coming in, so that when an elderly oriental woman came in, in a wheelchair, with a belt around her chest to keep her upright, I noticed... She paused her chair while a man went on to the window... probably by the age difference, her son, was my guess. But he had to ask her something, so she maneuvered around within the waiting room and went to the window. Suddenly the man cussed so loudly that we all heard him--he had not known she was behind him, I guess. But instead of saying something like, oops, sorry didn't know you were there, he went on, yelling, I told you last week...whatever...he then stormed by me leaving the woman to follow and went out into the hall. She slowly wheeled her chair by... I couldn't help myself, I reached out twice to her, touching her arm, the second time she slowed. I quietly said. "You need somebody to care for you that doesn't yell at you...&

  Way back when AOL was the "only" way to connect online, I and others enjoyed getting to know people from all over the United States, and sometimes, even from other places... Of course, many became connected because we were interested in writing...and books! One of the men I got to know was Don. I always thought of him as my Grizzly Adams, with a smile... Don't know who that is? Well, fortunately, we can still enjoy him even these days! Somehow, we connected as a small group of those involved with publishing. Don lived way out in Oregon and did indeed live out in the woods, just like, ironically, I do now, even though I think he lived much further away from main roads.  LOL I remember that I at least got to "see" him one time since he was then acting in a local, I think, Elizabethan fair where he was performing... I thought...in costume, which he was, but I didn't realize that his costume really was exactly how he looked...full beard and all! That's whe

  Vacation Bible School was our Summer Fun and Learning Time! Some of the videos are newer and are sometimes slightly different from what I learned...But fun and exciting to learn about Jesus! Who Could Have Known? Yes, I'd thought about writing in the past, but just couldn't bring myself to do so. I've had somewhat of an unusual life, I think... Certainly, not a "traditional" woman's role in our culture. I was born in March, which makes me a Pisces. I never paid too much attention to the daily horoscope business, but had at one time, began to consider the attributes assigned each sign, as I met and wanted to get to know people. Perhaps my being interested in knowing myself, and in relation to other people, was driven by the family structure into which I was born. My mother, Dorothy Lorraine Ellenberger Bixler, was carrying me, her fourth child when my father, Glenn, was killed in a mine accident, kicked by a horse who was pulling coal out from under ground, a

Wow! I Loved the Creative Genius in Using a Movie  Theme To Share...Reality You may not know that my hip surgery was only the second time I've ever been hospitalized. So, you might think of me as an observer of a new experience. Also, you should know that I'm old enough to remember when a GP was the primary contact person for all things medical. Personally, I liked it that way, because the doctor got to know the patient. On the other hand, I can perfectly understand that if we want to continue, any type of medical advancement, it requires specialized training and experience. One thing I did yesterday was ask somebody a question, just because they were on my contact team list. Duh... I didn't think I should go directly to Dr. Murphy. to whom I am so very grateful for using his training, experience and, most important, his dedication to helping to heal others,  to discuss some basic issues for me. That only showed MY inexperience, as opposed to feeling my surgeon didn't n

  It didn't start with Matthew... But I keep coming back to the beginning of my realization of what was happening... God Incident, to me, means a bit of magic when you realize that a coincident...just...might...have...been...arranged... MATTHEW was the first of many wonderful staff support helpers in the Bone and Joint Unit of the hospital where I had surgery...just a few days ago... Matthew was also the only individual who I had the wonderful opportunity to see twice during my stay. Many or most, I don't know, staff are on 12 hour shifts. What that means for the patient is that somebody new is coming in every day and night to help you through all of the personal issues that arise...you know, like, helping to get you to the bathroom, checking basic vitals, pricking each and every finger, with, yes, my getting the choice of choosing "finger of the day (or night)! More on the Unit as a whole sometime soon. My memory of meeting Matthew: Matthew: Hi, I'm Matthew, I'm h