We had two days of snow, 16 inches on the mountain, much less downtown (how does that happen?) It was senseless to even try and plow with the wind blowing as hard as it was and the drifting was terrible...Boxed us in, couldn't open doors. Thank goodness for my covered porch.
It took Rich two days with the backhoe to clear a path on time to visit the cardiologist. I'm glad we did.
I thought he would tell me I just had an echo and that this terrible pain I had was associated with something else... I questions Fibromyalgia, he said a much different kind of pain) I questioned Sweetheart Syndrome and he smiled and told me I obviously leave no stone unturned LOL. I asked if it had anything to do with rapid weight loss...absolutely not WL benefits the heart. He looked concerned (that's a first,he usually hides it well) he said he is certain it is my heart, but now we have to explore WHAT it is...Friday I go for a Chemical Stress test (I'm not happy about that one) and we will take it from there. he back tracked and said it could also be an answer to the short term memory loss...but time will tell.
So that's the up date on moi...." I have miles to go before I sleep" so I better get on it...I have a new art blog. If you are interested in the address, drop me a line...Not much on it at the moment
but it's up and running.... :-)
My Hidden Treasure
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
A week from HELL !!
This past week was like a roller coaster ride into Hell... Monday was spent making arrangements for the animals and getting things ready for a very fast trip down to the Island.
Tuesday- The Barn was left set up, we were on the road by 10 am and it was like Mother Mary was one step ahead "parting the sea". For the first time ever...there was no traffic, no stress connected with the trip. WE got to say good-bye to one of the finest ladies that ever graced this planet. We got to see her family members that we had not seen for a while and celebrate her life through pictures and remembrance. It was beautiful. We had dinner with our children and the Grand kids were absolutely wonderful and very entertaining. I enjoyed being with them and laughing with them. Nights like that are the only reason I miss living on LI. The trip home was as perfect as the trip down.
Wed. I couldn't wait to get down to the barn to see my "kids", I always miss them when I'm gone. They were very happy to see me. Before feeding, I decided I would cut the goats nails, that meant I had to keep them in their stall. The darn latch on the wooden door got stuck and in the process of tending it my boy Jake hit the door and smashed my finger. It blew up and hurt like the dickens so I decided to fore go the nails and just put everyone out, feed and water and then see about my hand. ER here I come, Rich and I are sure it is broken, since it looks like a "Z", Doc in the ER is certain it's broken, xray tech agrees...It's not LOL some capsule thing in the joint ruptured, swollen and black my fingers are tapped together with the hope that the pinkie will work with the finger next to it and not stay out in left field where it seems to want to be. I push it against the other finger and let go...BOING!! back it goes. let's just say , I'm ready for high tea LOL Home I go 4 hours later.
We decide on a simple dinner. I make pizza with flour tortilla's, nice thin crispy crust... Go to take a bite, hot sauce dribbles down and burns the skin off my chin. No kidding, I have no skin there...who knew it was THAT hot.
After dinner, it's peaceful, we are laughing at the TV (Mike and Molly we recorded) I feel a pinch to my heart..get up, get antacid...maybe that pizza was simple but perhaps not a good idea.
The pain gets stronger...then beyond strong...Rich asks whats wrong? I can't speak, pain has taken my breath away...My God I think...I'm going to die...my heart is going to stop beating...how much pain can it endure before it stops? I've never felt anything like this and I'm scared. I collapse...Rich calls 911, gives me asprin to chew, crew is on the way...pain begins to subside and I beg Rich to call them back...I don't want to bother them on this cold night...
Rich tells me I am a terrible color and I'm going to ER. He looks out the front and sees that the ambulance is stuck on the driveway. I tell him to go help them...I'm okay.
He returns with one EMT who tends to me and says we have to get to a hospital NOW!! Into the truck we go and meet another EMT walking the driveway with equipment. For anyone who has seen my driveway, you can appreciate the effort that was being made to save me.
AS we reach the ambulance, which is now back out on the road they get me from truck to truck as another ambulance pulls up with a trailer and ATV's. they were certainly bound and determined to get to me...Kind of gives you a good feeling inside. The road was bumpy and the gurney was moving in spite of the brakes, but the paramedic on board managed to set a line and put nitro under my tongue. Bless his heart... I won't go into the details of the next day and a half, only to say that I was admitted to the hospital and I now can say, not every hospital is like Cooperstown. They should hang their head in shame.... Delaware Valley Hosp. doesn't have nearly all the advantages (or the money) that Cooperstown does, but the hospital is immaculate, the staff is friendly and caring and you don't have to ASK for anything much less beg...water was refreshed ever hour or so and someone was always checking to be sure my needs were met. At the end of my stay I was thanked for being an excellent patient...I told them it was easy when I was dealing with an excellent , professional staff. Once home I had to make follow up appointments with cardiologist and orthopedist ...This isn't over for me.
Saturday my morning started with a phone call...my dear friend Janet's Mom had passed away. She had been doing so well. I only spoke to Janet 12 hours earlier and things were looking up.....
Every minute seems to change the course of a day. This past week began with funeral preparation and now ends the same way
I am very happy to be alive but I grieve for my friend. She is a strong person...a loving caring person who deserves better then what life has thrown at her over the past few months.....
If you read between the lines, you will see I have a great deal to be thankful for. So in spite of this week from HELL I am glad to be able to complain about the crappy parts....and rejoice for a life that continues it's journey....Although some of you may not know Janet I pray you find it in your heart to keep her and her family in your prayers...this is only the beginning of a very long, had road.....I'm here Janet, with love and support.....
Tuesday- The Barn was left set up, we were on the road by 10 am and it was like Mother Mary was one step ahead "parting the sea". For the first time ever...there was no traffic, no stress connected with the trip. WE got to say good-bye to one of the finest ladies that ever graced this planet. We got to see her family members that we had not seen for a while and celebrate her life through pictures and remembrance. It was beautiful. We had dinner with our children and the Grand kids were absolutely wonderful and very entertaining. I enjoyed being with them and laughing with them. Nights like that are the only reason I miss living on LI. The trip home was as perfect as the trip down.
Wed. I couldn't wait to get down to the barn to see my "kids", I always miss them when I'm gone. They were very happy to see me. Before feeding, I decided I would cut the goats nails, that meant I had to keep them in their stall. The darn latch on the wooden door got stuck and in the process of tending it my boy Jake hit the door and smashed my finger. It blew up and hurt like the dickens so I decided to fore go the nails and just put everyone out, feed and water and then see about my hand. ER here I come, Rich and I are sure it is broken, since it looks like a "Z", Doc in the ER is certain it's broken, xray tech agrees...It's not LOL some capsule thing in the joint ruptured, swollen and black my fingers are tapped together with the hope that the pinkie will work with the finger next to it and not stay out in left field where it seems to want to be. I push it against the other finger and let go...BOING!! back it goes. let's just say , I'm ready for high tea LOL Home I go 4 hours later.
We decide on a simple dinner. I make pizza with flour tortilla's, nice thin crispy crust... Go to take a bite, hot sauce dribbles down and burns the skin off my chin. No kidding, I have no skin there...who knew it was THAT hot.
After dinner, it's peaceful, we are laughing at the TV (Mike and Molly we recorded) I feel a pinch to my heart..get up, get antacid...maybe that pizza was simple but perhaps not a good idea.
The pain gets stronger...then beyond strong...Rich asks whats wrong? I can't speak, pain has taken my breath away...My God I think...I'm going to die...my heart is going to stop beating...how much pain can it endure before it stops? I've never felt anything like this and I'm scared. I collapse...Rich calls 911, gives me asprin to chew, crew is on the way...pain begins to subside and I beg Rich to call them back...I don't want to bother them on this cold night...
Rich tells me I am a terrible color and I'm going to ER. He looks out the front and sees that the ambulance is stuck on the driveway. I tell him to go help them...I'm okay.
He returns with one EMT who tends to me and says we have to get to a hospital NOW!! Into the truck we go and meet another EMT walking the driveway with equipment. For anyone who has seen my driveway, you can appreciate the effort that was being made to save me.
AS we reach the ambulance, which is now back out on the road they get me from truck to truck as another ambulance pulls up with a trailer and ATV's. they were certainly bound and determined to get to me...Kind of gives you a good feeling inside. The road was bumpy and the gurney was moving in spite of the brakes, but the paramedic on board managed to set a line and put nitro under my tongue. Bless his heart... I won't go into the details of the next day and a half, only to say that I was admitted to the hospital and I now can say, not every hospital is like Cooperstown. They should hang their head in shame.... Delaware Valley Hosp. doesn't have nearly all the advantages (or the money) that Cooperstown does, but the hospital is immaculate, the staff is friendly and caring and you don't have to ASK for anything much less beg...water was refreshed ever hour or so and someone was always checking to be sure my needs were met. At the end of my stay I was thanked for being an excellent patient...I told them it was easy when I was dealing with an excellent , professional staff. Once home I had to make follow up appointments with cardiologist and orthopedist ...This isn't over for me.
Saturday my morning started with a phone call...my dear friend Janet's Mom had passed away. She had been doing so well. I only spoke to Janet 12 hours earlier and things were looking up.....
Every minute seems to change the course of a day. This past week began with funeral preparation and now ends the same way
I am very happy to be alive but I grieve for my friend. She is a strong person...a loving caring person who deserves better then what life has thrown at her over the past few months.....
If you read between the lines, you will see I have a great deal to be thankful for. So in spite of this week from HELL I am glad to be able to complain about the crappy parts....and rejoice for a life that continues it's journey....Although some of you may not know Janet I pray you find it in your heart to keep her and her family in your prayers...this is only the beginning of a very long, had road.....I'm here Janet, with love and support.....
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Time for Spring
I do love looking out my windows. No matter where I look I see beauty..Beautiful , tall pines, covered in white lace, valleys that appear "water colored" by a mist...distant frosty mountains...It all takes my breath away. However.....
You all knew that was coming huh?
I've truly had enough snow this year. Taking care of the animals is much harder in winter..having to tote water and bring them all in at night (when it's really cold). I love the seasons..including this cold and frosty one. Winter has a certain beauty to it all it's own.
Having lived in a Southern climate for a while I know what it's like to see sunshine all the time...
It gets OLD...don't get me wrong...I loved playing with the dolphins and manatee's...I miss that.
But living in a rain forest 80% of the time is not my idea of "The Good life"...perhaps when I'm old LOL
I believe hard work mixed with laughter and play time, makes for a fun life. The winter is the hardest work of all, but sooner or later Spring will come and the work will change...From plowing and shoveling...to plowing and shoveling LOL only it will be dirt instead of snow...By Summers end we will be praying for a chill in the air and then will come my favorite time of all...the time of year when Mother nature is at her best...Covering the mountains with bright colored quilts and sweetening the air with the smell of FALL. Unlike life that only turns in one direction, The seasons continue to change and with it, so do we.
To any new people reading this Blog, you may want to go back to the beginning of this Blog. That is where the most info is regarding surgery and what to expect... While I've tried to keep to the subject matter of WLS, I have at times, gotten way off track.
Like I've said, I'm working on a new Blog that will bring people into my fantasy world of art and mixed media...It is where I am most happy and most comfortable.
I feel I have a lot to offer the WLS community, just based on my positive experience with surgery. However, my honest approach is not always appreciated...There are those who doubt my experience and prefer to speak loudly about any negative aspects of THEIR experience.
What this does is bring me into a negative aura. I do not do well there..My happiness depends on surrounding myself with positive energy. So I will continue to post here when possible and I will continue to help people who request my help...but I will definitely be spending more time in the place I am comfortable and with kindred spirits.
You all knew that was coming huh?
I've truly had enough snow this year. Taking care of the animals is much harder in winter..having to tote water and bring them all in at night (when it's really cold). I love the seasons..including this cold and frosty one. Winter has a certain beauty to it all it's own.
Having lived in a Southern climate for a while I know what it's like to see sunshine all the time...
It gets OLD...don't get me wrong...I loved playing with the dolphins and manatee's...I miss that.
But living in a rain forest 80% of the time is not my idea of "The Good life"...perhaps when I'm old LOL
I believe hard work mixed with laughter and play time, makes for a fun life. The winter is the hardest work of all, but sooner or later Spring will come and the work will change...From plowing and shoveling...to plowing and shoveling LOL only it will be dirt instead of snow...By Summers end we will be praying for a chill in the air and then will come my favorite time of all...the time of year when Mother nature is at her best...Covering the mountains with bright colored quilts and sweetening the air with the smell of FALL. Unlike life that only turns in one direction, The seasons continue to change and with it, so do we.
To any new people reading this Blog, you may want to go back to the beginning of this Blog. That is where the most info is regarding surgery and what to expect... While I've tried to keep to the subject matter of WLS, I have at times, gotten way off track.
Like I've said, I'm working on a new Blog that will bring people into my fantasy world of art and mixed media...It is where I am most happy and most comfortable.
I feel I have a lot to offer the WLS community, just based on my positive experience with surgery. However, my honest approach is not always appreciated...There are those who doubt my experience and prefer to speak loudly about any negative aspects of THEIR experience.
What this does is bring me into a negative aura. I do not do well there..My happiness depends on surrounding myself with positive energy. So I will continue to post here when possible and I will continue to help people who request my help...but I will definitely be spending more time in the place I am comfortable and with kindred spirits.
Friday, February 25, 2011
A Very Sad Day
(I have no idea how my Birthday Blog got hung up. It was supposed to be published on Feb 20)
I received a phone call last night. One I knew would come, but prayed it would be longer in coming. I was notified that Dear Mother Mary had begun her new journey, her new life in heaven with all those who have gone before her.
The sadness I feel is overwhelming. Not that we had a chance to speak to her every day. She was a bit deaf and phone calls were difficult. But I know she knew, she was always in my thoughts and prayers. Not a day went by that I did not think of that lady and wonder if she knew how deeply she touched my life.
She was the Mother I wished I had had. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't perfect, she had her fair share of issues and she had her moments...but she had a wonderful heart. There are people who have expressed those feelings for my mother (of course they didn't know her for the length of time I did, nor did they spend 24/7 with her at any given time) So maybe we all see the beauty in another person and dismiss their short comings, more easily then we can our own family.
All I know is Mother Mary was a comfort and a blessing in my life. She rarely judged others and even when she did, in the most harsh manner...I know in my heart she prayed for forgiveness. She never wanted to see the bad in anyone. She was a person who was easily played by many people with their own agenda, but again, she was a deeply religious person and I knew in my heart of hearts that God would protect her. AS long as she was happy, that's all that ever mattered to me.
She was a GRAND lady, always had her hair done, nails done, make up on. She wore the prettiest of clothes and always looked and acted like the lady she was. She got so much joy out of her friends and family. I could sit and talk for hours about the parties and all the laughter that was shared around her pool. She was a blessing and a treasure to me and my family and she will be deeply and sadly missed. It gives me solace to know that her end was peaceful and her journey to heaven swift and without question.
I received a phone call last night. One I knew would come, but prayed it would be longer in coming. I was notified that Dear Mother Mary had begun her new journey, her new life in heaven with all those who have gone before her.
The sadness I feel is overwhelming. Not that we had a chance to speak to her every day. She was a bit deaf and phone calls were difficult. But I know she knew, she was always in my thoughts and prayers. Not a day went by that I did not think of that lady and wonder if she knew how deeply she touched my life.
She was the Mother I wished I had had. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't perfect, she had her fair share of issues and she had her moments...but she had a wonderful heart. There are people who have expressed those feelings for my mother (of course they didn't know her for the length of time I did, nor did they spend 24/7 with her at any given time) So maybe we all see the beauty in another person and dismiss their short comings, more easily then we can our own family.
All I know is Mother Mary was a comfort and a blessing in my life. She rarely judged others and even when she did, in the most harsh manner...I know in my heart she prayed for forgiveness. She never wanted to see the bad in anyone. She was a person who was easily played by many people with their own agenda, but again, she was a deeply religious person and I knew in my heart of hearts that God would protect her. AS long as she was happy, that's all that ever mattered to me.
She was a GRAND lady, always had her hair done, nails done, make up on. She wore the prettiest of clothes and always looked and acted like the lady she was. She got so much joy out of her friends and family. I could sit and talk for hours about the parties and all the laughter that was shared around her pool. She was a blessing and a treasure to me and my family and she will be deeply and sadly missed. It gives me solace to know that her end was peaceful and her journey to heaven swift and without question.
My Birthday Month
I have to be THE luckiest person I know. I sincerely mean that. My life is not without issues, pain, or heartache...I am , after all jogging in the same human race as everyone else.
But I am surrounded by so much love, so many kind hearts that most woes seem very insignificant in the BIG PICTURE.
For days before my BD I began getting cards, e-cards and little gifts. By the day OF my BD, friends on FB lite up cyberspace with Happy BD wishes, my e-mail box was full of e-cards and notes filled with love. Little gifts began arriving from people in some of my groups. Gifts that brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. All Rich kept doing was shaking his head and smiling. I'm sure he wondered about my excitement over some of the silly things I received a tiny bird made from felt, a little tree also made from felt, a doll made from twigs, an angel needle holder and the list goes on and on...silly little things perhaps..but each and every thing I received was made with love and given from the heart..It is not so much the gift I treasure, but the person behind the gift. Some people made gorgeous cards, some people added their own touch to already made cards...It didn't matter...they remembered me.I even got a singing Telegram, which turned out to be the actual friend (never knew she could sing) I was delighted, that she would think so highly of me ,to go out of her way to come up with that surprise. Thank you Kittie
There is a person by the name of Mary, she is a member of a WW group that I dearly love but never seem to get the time to post on . Every year, Mary sends me a FQ, always purple, with a card for my BD. I have never met Mary in person, but I have promised myself to find the time to let her know how deeply I am touched by her continued friendship...She does , after all, find time for me.
Yes I am truly blessed. I have a husband that doesn't just express his love in everything he does, but he adores me and never misses an opportunity to remind me of that. I've got a loving family that, even though it is hard to arrange days off around school days off...they always manage to find the time to share my special day...and then there are the "friends", some that I have never met in person, that still find time to take a moment out of their day to say Happy BD.
Little gifts and cards continue to arrive each day and each day I become more and more over whelmed by people who seem to care far more then I imagined.
I want each and every one of you to know, there is no possible way I can ever explain the gratitude and appreciation I feel. It has nothing to do with the card or the gift, although they are greatly appreciated..It is YOU I treasure...each one of you has a very special place in my heart.
I want you all to know that and to thank you for making me the person I am.
I am indeed, the Luckiest person I know.....
But I am surrounded by so much love, so many kind hearts that most woes seem very insignificant in the BIG PICTURE.
For days before my BD I began getting cards, e-cards and little gifts. By the day OF my BD, friends on FB lite up cyberspace with Happy BD wishes, my e-mail box was full of e-cards and notes filled with love. Little gifts began arriving from people in some of my groups. Gifts that brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. All Rich kept doing was shaking his head and smiling. I'm sure he wondered about my excitement over some of the silly things I received a tiny bird made from felt, a little tree also made from felt, a doll made from twigs, an angel needle holder and the list goes on and on...silly little things perhaps..but each and every thing I received was made with love and given from the heart..It is not so much the gift I treasure, but the person behind the gift. Some people made gorgeous cards, some people added their own touch to already made cards...It didn't matter...they remembered me.I even got a singing Telegram, which turned out to be the actual friend (never knew she could sing) I was delighted, that she would think so highly of me ,to go out of her way to come up with that surprise. Thank you Kittie
There is a person by the name of Mary, she is a member of a WW group that I dearly love but never seem to get the time to post on . Every year, Mary sends me a FQ, always purple, with a card for my BD. I have never met Mary in person, but I have promised myself to find the time to let her know how deeply I am touched by her continued friendship...She does , after all, find time for me.
Yes I am truly blessed. I have a husband that doesn't just express his love in everything he does, but he adores me and never misses an opportunity to remind me of that. I've got a loving family that, even though it is hard to arrange days off around school days off...they always manage to find the time to share my special day...and then there are the "friends", some that I have never met in person, that still find time to take a moment out of their day to say Happy BD.
Little gifts and cards continue to arrive each day and each day I become more and more over whelmed by people who seem to care far more then I imagined.
I want each and every one of you to know, there is no possible way I can ever explain the gratitude and appreciation I feel. It has nothing to do with the card or the gift, although they are greatly appreciated..It is YOU I treasure...each one of you has a very special place in my heart.
I want you all to know that and to thank you for making me the person I am.
I am indeed, the Luckiest person I know.....
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
New Blog
I have not been very good at posting here and I feel terrible. I had no idea of the many people who check this Blog for info. Every time I miss a day or two it becomes obvious LOL
I am going to try and maintain this Blog on a weekly basis. Of course if a situation comes to light that has to be addressed, I will certainly try and post here. As most of you know I do not believe the WLS thread is place to discuss our lives, or our business. I think it is a place to help others. To try and keep people on the right track and answer questions. While my postings can sometimes be a bit long, please note that I address A LOT of different people and issues. It is never all about ME...That's what this blog is for. It is all about ME, my feelings, my opinions, and all there is to know about my Journey...about the only thing I do not share is my writings, I'm talking poetry, sonnets and short stories. Those are private and personal, although some have been published, for the most part , that is the part of me that is private and comforting and the place I go when I want to escape what is painful and real.
I am working on a new Blog...a Blog that will be about me and my play time. More of an insight as to who I really am....There I will be able to show my work...I believe my work shows my feelings better then any writing. Some call me an "Artist", while that may be true....I just play. I have a world of fantasy and fun...a place in which to dwell where there is no judgement, no harsh words or sadness (although every once in a while a "sad" creation may emerge) For the most part my private world is full of color, brightness and sunshine..It is the KEY to my happiness and my ability to keep smiling in the most painful of times. As soon as it is finished, I will invite you into that world and hope that it will make you feel good , just to visit.
Like I say, I will maintain the WLS Blog, but not on a daily basis.
I belong to many "groups" Volunteers, artist, crafters, quilters and animals.... It can become very overwhelming at times...so I'm try to restructure my life so I can give each group the best of me...even if it means cutting back on the time I dedicate to each one.
I can't play and enjoy the life I've created, if I'm writing all day.
I do LOVE this group and all that follow this Blog...I just need a bit more ME time.
I am going to try and maintain this Blog on a weekly basis. Of course if a situation comes to light that has to be addressed, I will certainly try and post here. As most of you know I do not believe the WLS thread is place to discuss our lives, or our business. I think it is a place to help others. To try and keep people on the right track and answer questions. While my postings can sometimes be a bit long, please note that I address A LOT of different people and issues. It is never all about ME...That's what this blog is for. It is all about ME, my feelings, my opinions, and all there is to know about my Journey...about the only thing I do not share is my writings, I'm talking poetry, sonnets and short stories. Those are private and personal, although some have been published, for the most part , that is the part of me that is private and comforting and the place I go when I want to escape what is painful and real.
I am working on a new Blog...a Blog that will be about me and my play time. More of an insight as to who I really am....There I will be able to show my work...I believe my work shows my feelings better then any writing. Some call me an "Artist", while that may be true....I just play. I have a world of fantasy and fun...a place in which to dwell where there is no judgement, no harsh words or sadness (although every once in a while a "sad" creation may emerge) For the most part my private world is full of color, brightness and sunshine..It is the KEY to my happiness and my ability to keep smiling in the most painful of times. As soon as it is finished, I will invite you into that world and hope that it will make you feel good , just to visit.
Like I say, I will maintain the WLS Blog, but not on a daily basis.
I belong to many "groups" Volunteers, artist, crafters, quilters and animals.... It can become very overwhelming at times...so I'm try to restructure my life so I can give each group the best of me...even if it means cutting back on the time I dedicate to each one.
I can't play and enjoy the life I've created, if I'm writing all day.
I do LOVE this group and all that follow this Blog...I just need a bit more ME time.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I'm hysterical
No really, yesterday I laughed til I cried. I got 16 e-mails in response to my posting, 10 knew exactly who I was talking about ( although I did not confirm it). I found it odd that out of the 10, 7 felt pity because they were sure the person had "no clue". A narcissist wouldn't...they are perfect, therefore it could not be them. 3 people proclaimed that the person in question seems to think they are better, brighter and set apart from everyone else, believing themselves to be totally unique and different. Has anyone looked up the word narcissist ? Hellooooo
Then we had the 6 e-mails from sweet, caring people wanting to know if it was them. They were apologetic and wanted to discuss it. You all know who you are because I took the time to write back to you...again not mentioning the name of the person.
I will say this...the person in question was not one who wrote...but then again I didn't expect that. I'm sure they feel themselves above even reading this blog...
This is the last I will write about this problem. I hope to be able to solve it or at least try and hold our little community together..I know I'm not alone...there are many of you who do not want to stop attending meetings and are just venting your frustrations.
I want to see everyone happy and getting along. I know in my heart, this persons intentions are honorable...truly they are. I just think the person lacks the skills at this time of life to change who he/she is...but I think in time EVERYONE, no matter what personality disorder they may suffer from, will come to see the writing on the wall. It's time for us to rise above the pettiness and accept things we can't change, but make every effort to change what we can...in a kind way.
Those of you who wrote are adorable...Thank you for the smiles................
Then we had the 6 e-mails from sweet, caring people wanting to know if it was them. They were apologetic and wanted to discuss it. You all know who you are because I took the time to write back to you...again not mentioning the name of the person.
I will say this...the person in question was not one who wrote...but then again I didn't expect that. I'm sure they feel themselves above even reading this blog...
This is the last I will write about this problem. I hope to be able to solve it or at least try and hold our little community together..I know I'm not alone...there are many of you who do not want to stop attending meetings and are just venting your frustrations.
I want to see everyone happy and getting along. I know in my heart, this persons intentions are honorable...truly they are. I just think the person lacks the skills at this time of life to change who he/she is...but I think in time EVERYONE, no matter what personality disorder they may suffer from, will come to see the writing on the wall. It's time for us to rise above the pettiness and accept things we can't change, but make every effort to change what we can...in a kind way.
Those of you who wrote are adorable...Thank you for the smiles................
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