While I’m at it, let me share with you a few photos and words of encouragement I’ve found…
First up are photos of my favorite student! This was when I was initiating him into Level 11 official OT duty…
His name’s Connor, but we call him Connie (& by that I mean I call him Connie), doesn’t the periwinkle go with his skin tone?
“Setbacks let you show people what you’re really made of. Struggle helps you find your strength.”
~Demi Payne Olympic Hopeful 2016
I read that quote in my Glamour magazine and have it written on the note card I have hanging near my desk…
First of all let me back up, a blog I follow encouraged us to share our stories in relation to God. I’ve never been a churchgoing girl nor does my family go to church every Sunday. As a young girl, age 3 I started going to Granny’s. She was the one to teach me about God (I briefly remember my grandma and papa Barber taking me to church occasionally). As I got more acquainted with Granny, I began spending the night and attending church with her sometimes. Now I could get into the real nitty-gritty and tell you all about it but I’m just going to tell you about finding Him. This isn’t a transcendental experience nor did I ‘see the light.’
Flash forward to when I was 16 with a car and a license on July 25, 2008 I got into my car, drove to get some ice cream, and continued to my friends house. I woke up months later in a rehab hospital only to find out about my car accident, how I almost died, how people had prayed for my life and how everyone was still praying for me.
Eventually I found out that I pulled away from a stop sign and directly in front of a truck, the truck pushed me into a 3rd vehicle. (I was driving a Buick, the truck a Dodge Ram) I was taken to Genesis hospital, that hospital wasn’t equipped with a pediatric brain injury unit but I was too critical to be transferred to a larger hospital. Long story short, a bunch of tests were run, my parents were in the dark as to my specific condition and were told I was going to die.
When the morning came, I was still alive. I’m getting too specific again!
Now I’m almost 8 years out from my accident and still making significant progress. I’m able to withstand tons of therapy and am blessed to work with an awesome facility (Level 11) where everyone believes in me, even when I can’t believe in myself. A lot of different factors of my recovery have just fallen into place and greatly benefited me. I owe a lot of thanks to several people but I owe the most to God.
I’m not affiliated with any church, I’m just a girl and her Bible so bear with me.
“In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness” (John 1:4-5).
I believe He saved my life so that I could share my story and spread the light.
Well I thoroughly underestimated that…
The movie that is, it wasn’t perfect but it was good! High-five Hollywood for actually putting female lead characters in a position where they love having sex, and were masters of the hookup culture!
It isn’t what I want for my life but hey, more power to them. I think that this movie should definitely be required watching for females in their 20s even their 30s. Seriously turning 24 and not being where I expected to be recovery wise, and single kind of sucked but once I confided in a good friend about my fear/disappointment he reassured me, saying that he knew plenty of people older than me who still didn’t have their crap figured out.
That’s really what this movie is about, letting you know that ‘Hey it’s okay to be wherever you’re at right now in life.’ Okay I’m not gonna give you any spoilers so I’m just gonna end this post now.
Everyone was dressed to the nines. We were on the dance floor. Overwhelmed with passion, I took a step closer to him and we kissed. Just a peck; we pulled away, sheepish smiles on our faces.
I didn’t even look around, self-conscious. The only one on my mind was him. The way he tilted his head, giving me a come hither look. The room around us got hazy, the music faded, as I lost all inhibition. Like a magnetic force between us our faces collided; a clang of teeth, embarrassed laughter, his grandma turning to us saying, “I saw that!” Our laughing grew louder.
Soon after we tried it again, this time we really did it, kissed. The song finished and we walked back to our table lovesick smiles still intact, holding our heads a little higher than before. We were officially a part of the exclusive club.