A Reflection of My Emotions

After work Friday I was supposed to go to meet a friend. Since every other meeting was pretty structured, I was not aware of whether or not he could fly by the seat of his pants. Little did I know this would soon be found out.
Willy Wonka and I were supposed to meet up at Starbucks. Unfortunately, when I got home, put all my stuff away and got ready to go to Starbucks I opened the door and it was freezing.  I normally don't mind and I put it on extra layers, but for some reason that just did not come to mind at the moment. I let him know that we should meet somewhere closer to my house and he had no problem with this sudden change of plans. He met me at the new designated location and then we decided to go to a nearby restaurant. A few minutes after we got in the restaurant an older couple walks in. The man looked familiar, but I could not place him.
“Hi Kimi”
Uh oh! “Hello sir”
And then explained that I know him from somewhere but I wasn't sure where even though I looked at his jacket and it had Numotion embroidered on it. Why do I know that name I was thinking... I then asked him and he refresh my memory. He did so by reminding me of the fantastic adventures we've had. Him repairing My Hotrod at Starbucks, over the phone, at my house and at NuMotion. I then began explaining how awesome he is to his girlfriend and then I remembered that.             Willy Wonka was sitting as a table by himself. I look over there and he's talking with somebody else about the awesome wood carving on his walking stick. I finally get back home and crawled into bed realizing that tomorrow would be my birthday.
Springing out of bed that morning and realizing that it was my birthday, I remembered that there was a wrestling tournament going on that I wanted to go to. I wasn't sure if anyone from work would be available to take me so I put on my intentions  on Facebook... Can I please have a ride to the wrestling tournament? Right after I got done posting that, I thought of the man I met the night before and the discussions we had. I decided to ask him and he said he would take me as long as we could do x y and z with his children (okay so is only x but that doesn't sound right so it says x y and z). Additional things came to mind that I needed to get done that day and I let him know what was going on to see if I should get them done before we went to the tournament or when it was over.  After describing his availability I decided that we could do them after because the tournament was scheduled to get over around 5.
We met up and went in the tournament and I was able to see most of West students wrestle as well as see a coach and a few students that I don't see everyday.
     Unfortunately we had to leave before the absolute land but I was supposed to see the places most of our students earned.
    On the way home I asked if I could stop by the store and was reminded that we could because it would be snowy the next day. So we made it to the store and I got the few “necessities” to include a folder to organize a students papers. I have it in my head that I had put her papers in an empty folder that I already had on my wheelchair and when I got home to pull them out of the mm2 folder they will not there! I was completely panic! For what seemed like many grueling hours I was going through every single thing I had. About the time I was going to give up and looks like she employee that was not able to keep track of anything, I remembered at the end of the day how I dropped the paper off the bedroom just in case I got sick or something happened and I was not able to make it work. I also located other folders for potential students and I felt like I had won the golden ticket!
Even after the totally exciting and neurologically stimulating day, I woke up feeling down and out on Sunday. I thought “For sure I can make it to Church,” when I remembered the reason for stopping by the store. I glanced outside and there was no way I can make it to Church - although it was not that deep of snow even small amounts of snow ruin paths for my  Hot Rod.

Thoughts of the rest of my day's plans raced through mt my mind.  “Go to Church Kimi, at least TRY to go to Church. I rolled out the door and headed to Church with um …with the path being clear, I arrived at Church and was welcomed with great hugs and a warm beverage. The sermon (2 Sandal 11:1-27) was filled with such wonderful reminders and Pastor Brian's hilarious sense of humor and way of delivering concepts from ancient days into something more understandable today warmed up my heart! I am so excited spend time with my family tonight and have a wonderful week! Join me!
I didn't really reflect my emotions, or maybe I did but I suppose now you can see why I may seem everywhere.

Hold on to Your Britches!

Alright I'm sure you've seen the last story Divine Intervention #11318; even though it was first thing in the morning I thought, “Well today is a kind of stay in the house day with snow coming and such.” I had convinced myself that heading home and actually watching a TV show would be so calm and nice. One thing led to another and I ended up at a grocery store. After getting the one item I need it I left and even though I had on the back of my wheelchair I saw a coupon I just got on my receipt and decided hey I'm going to stop by Hungry Howie's Pizza just to try it. I'm sure they have to have something without bread.
I rolled into the pizza store and I start ordering a roundabout way of ordering and then I finally look at the pizza guy. “hey, you look a lot like my cousin  ….. I was trying my darndest to remember his name and then I thought of it as he told me his name. Nate! By golly it is my cousin! I have not seen him in a long time (thanks for reminding me of that Nate because I think everything happened just yesterday). After meeting another customer who swears by this flavored crust pizza, I used the coupon I just got on the back of my King Soopers receipt and left with two amazing pizzas! See my cousin hard at work was absolutely amazing! I'm telling him that I have a cousin that looks just like him was hilarious because he was like it's me :-) love you Nate!

Divine intervention #11318

Divine intervention  #11318 …… Okay, so I am God's favorite!
After making my normal Saturday morning trips to Starbucks and the bank, it was a little chilly but I didn't think it would snow. When I came out of the bank it was lightly sprinkling but by the time I got home and sprinkling was like falling shards of glass hitting my face. I pulled  into Safeway to let it pass and do a little shopping. All of a sudden I look outside and it is snowing not just little place is coming down crazy. My intentions were to head home grab something and bring it back to the bank but it looked like that was not going to happen. Being that this is Colorado with amazing, predictable  weather, it was only a few minutes later that it became amazingly sunny again. I made it back to the bank. I was talking to my bank lady when someone peeked in the door and asked if I would talk to her daughter when I'm done. She explained that her daughter was in a wheelchair and I became super excited. I was thinking of my recent meeting with Fred Reynolds, Chuck and his daughter. I was glad that I carry my book on my hot rod by sitting on it.
Soon her daughter and I were face to, well wheelchair to wheelchair. Her daughter is Michael-Ann and after only a few minutes of chatting she explained that she also goes to a Calvary Chapel, but the one in Monument. I felt like we definitely have a connection and have amazing things to share with one another. The beginning of yet another amazing divine intervention!

The Best Medicine!

My neighbor friend came over last night and she was helping me do miscellaneous tasks in my apartment. Oh wait that's right, she came over so we could share dessert together and that is when she cooked oatmeal on a skillet and we ate it off a plate. Now that I am putting this into writing, it's nowhere near as hilarious as having your occasional ride to church, esthetician, beautiful Filipino neighbor come over and so elegantly says she's preparing dessert. Pulls out a pan and later places the cooked instant oatmeal on a paper plate in front of you. I forgot why I made the rule that I have people out of my house by 8 leaving time for my brain to settle down reaching a normal racing speed by 10 o'clock, 9 if we're lucky.
           After laughing hysterically, talking to her husband, meeting his family in Montana via FaceTime, and sharing what she considers wonderful household accommodations I have (thanks for the blow dryer holder Ma), my bed was calling me. Morning would come all too quickly.
           I didn't wake up before my alarm and I didn't even wake up with an encouraging poem in mind. My workout was cut down to... only the in-house workout? Did I do a workout? The ride to work was absolutely delightful, my hilarious mother knows exactly how to make me see the funny side of almost any situation. Work was great - - being able to support students and see them succeed makes every minute worth it.
As the work day came to an end a friend was finalizing plans for tomorrow when Pops looked at the clock and said we're going to run by this restaurant if you think we have time. In my head I was thinking “No way… it is against the law to do anything after work before I go home,” but I said “of course Daddy I just have to be home by 4:30.” He made sure I wanted to try and make it and before I could make up my mind we were in and out of line with yummy treats in toe. Talk about life being so much more exciting when you can find joy in the small things.
Wow... I was just trying to proofread this and I am all over the place when I write. Although that doesn't seem very coherent I'm going to leave it and hope you have an absolutely beautiful night... Maybe it's time to eat my after work treat!
I know this isn't feeling now, it's so great when you just want to cry but you can't help but laugh! Laughter is definitely the best medicine!

There is a first time for everything... And a second

There is a first time for everything... And a second
I would say there is a first time for everything but this happens almost every weekend…
Heading from Academy and Austin Bluffs I seem to drive off the sidewalk into the loose gravel. Every other time I've been on Academy when my Hot Rod veers into the rocks and extremely kind citizens jump out of their car and help me. It's normally a car or two people. However, today I happened be heading back to the bank and I was on a side street where there are not many cars passing. Suddenly I veered into the rocks and I knew that if I tried to get out of the rocks my wheels would spin and dig deeper and deeper; I know this because I had done it before on Academy. After letting My Hotrod have intermittent brakes and trying again and failing, I did what the firefighters have told me to do when I get in trouble… call 911. Station 10 is very very I would most likely be the ones to respond. Sure enough I called  and in a few minutes Truck 10 showed up! there were a couple of my friends and new people. New people? That's why I was going to Starbucks, to meet new people but it looks like that was taken care of with one little mistake. I guess the moral of that story is don't always view a mistake as bad because awesome events can occur!
Thank God for the amazing people I've met, the amazing people I meet, and those I have yet to meet.

To buy shoes or not buy shoes, that is the question!

Mama and I went to Mountain Chalet to order the ballet looking Vibrams. I always thought I was a fantastic sales lady because I think I might have been a great salesperson when I worked at The Buckle my junior year of high school.
I knew that deep down inside I was convinced to keep the Vibrams that that I'd been trying not to wear on on the pavement so they were still eligible to be returned, but when I had another person (my mom) tell me I should not return them I almost cried...lol.
For several days I had been only wearing them inside buildings and when I was able to wear them to work on Fridays, I would walk into work wearing them under my Crocs to prevent wearing them on the pavement. I was doing everything possible to make sure they were still returnable. Then the day finally came, I had a ride to Mountain Chalet and I was going to return the pair I'd been trying out and order a more professional pair.
I sat down and began talking to Cathy, my Vibram expert at Mountain Chalet. She knew that my plan was to return the Vibrams I had been trying out before I ordered the fancier Vibrams. This was something she had suggested because of the return policy. The fancier Vibrams have a very thin sole so she let me try out a pair that has a similar sole before placing my order.
When I explained the shoes to my mother and told her the exciting benefits, I'm not sure she was sold on the idea. However, today when Kathy was explaining all the benefits and I shared how my foot was already changing… I was convinced to keep the pair I had been trying out even though I had been bending over backwards make sure that they were still returnable, and order the other pair.
The fantastic saleswoman award I thought I had goes to Cathy. And I'm super excited to realize that my conscience is kicking back in. Along the same line, the calmness of my right arm is also kicking back in. I've spent so many years dealing with uncontrollable shaking my right arm that I forget to use it. It might take a little bit longer to complete tasks using my right arm but it is a lot more calm.
I'm not too sure that is very coherent but proofreading things on a cell phone is difficult. This might be but I'm not making any promises. I hope you had an amazing weekend and that this week is the absolute best week yet!

Makes My Heart Happy!

Assisting in a classroom today I overheard a student talking about why a student behaves when he does. It happened to be one of my students so I listened more intently. When she was done I asked her what made her think that and she told me that she talked to his mom and found out what his condition is called and then researched it. Let me remind you I work at a middle school, I may be selling myself short here but I'm not sure that in 7th grade I would have researched another human being’s behavior.
After previously being in the class with a student getting mad because the need for differential treatment is not understood, like a light bulb turned on in a dark room, I now see the difference in 6th and 7th graders. Besides just getting light bulb that the earlier class was sixth grade and the later was 7th, seeing a middle schooler go to anyone to learn about another student makes my heart happy!