If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.
I have to say that it would be oh so tempting. But ultimately I would have to say no I wouldn’t read it.
I’m assuming that if you read your book then you would be able to influence or change parts that you didn’t like. And that would create ripples that would affect the outcome of the rest of the book.
A little error here would multiply in sixty million years, all out of proportion. Of course maybe our theory is wrong. Maybe Time can’t be changed by us. Or maybe it can be changed only in little subtle ways. A dead mouse here makes an insect imbalance there, a population disproportion later, a bad harvest further on, a depression, mass starvation, and finally, a change in social temperament in far-flung countries. Something much more subtle, like that. Perhaps only a soft breath, a whisper, a hair, pollen on the air, such a slight, slight change that unless you looked close you wouldn’t see it. Who knows? Who really can say he knows? We don’t know. We’re guessing. But until we do know for certain whether our messing around in Time can make a big roar or a little rustle in history, we’re being careful.
Ray Bradbury – A Sound of Thunder
And who would want to lose that mystery? That thrill of discovery each and every day. Not I.
Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?
Why just limit yourself to one flavor? Try them all. Food like life is meant to be explored. You never know what you are going to like if you refuse to try anything new.
Longer post tomorrow. Now I go back to my pacing as I wait for my oldest daughter to give birth.
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You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
I’m all alone in my room. Puttering around and just enjoying the peace and quiet. Hubby has taken the kids to run some errands with him. It’s finally a chance for a little me time. No demands, no 1001 questions. I’m not used to me time and I don’t know what I want to do first. Music? No that defeats the whole peace and quiet thing. Maybe I’ll sit and read a bit. I grab my latest book and get all cozy on the couch.
The quiet is shattered by an authoritative pounding on the front door. BOOM BOOM BOOM! I jump and drop my book. My adrenaline is pumping and my knees feel shaky as I walk across the room to the door. The doorknob is slippery under my suddenly sweaty hand. I fumble for a moment and then pull the door open.
A police officer is standing there. “Ma’am I regret to inform you that your family was in an accident….”
My greatest fear. Something happening to my family.
Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
By definition a teacher is “one that teaches”. Obviously the very first thing that comes to mind are school teachers. I’ve had several horrible ones and several who were in a word incredible.
But the teacher who had the most impact on my life was not found within the confines of a classroom. The teacher who had the most impact on my life was Carma D. Mooney. My Great-Grandma.
She was the gentlest of teachers. Teaching not by lectures but by example. She was crippled from arthritis and very rarely ever able to leave her bedroom. Her hands were bent and gnarled from arthritis but she still spent all of her free time during the year sewing. She created beautiful clothing, dolls and stuffed animals. For her family yes but more importantly for her church. She would have an incredibly large donation of items every December for needy families. She didn’t want anyone to go without. By her example she taught me charity, generosity, determination and most of all love.
I love you and miss you every single day Granny. Thank you for being the most incredible teacher I have ever known.
Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?
Kayleigh in the NICU
I feel the most helpless when my kids are sick. Even more so when it comes to things that Dr. Mom can’t fix.
When Kayleigh was born we had several hours of snuggling with her and her twin brother. Just becoming a family and enjoying the wonder that is a newborn baby. That is until a nurse came into the room and said “We need to take Kayleigh for some tests. The Dr. will be in to talk to you shortly.” I handed my little girl over to her and promptly burst into tears.
The Dr came in and told us that they thought Kayleigh had Hirschsprung’s Disease. That there was a very large section of her colon without nerve endings. And without them her body didn’t get the signal to move bowel movements along.
When she was less than a week old Kayleigh had major surgery to remove the non-working part of her colon. She had a colostomy and spent over 6 weeks in the NICU. I felt completely helpless. We were there everyday with her, holding and loving on her when they let us. But her recovery was completely out of our hands. All we could do was hang on and pray.
What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.
My favorite person is my hubby. Aside from when he is working we are generally always together. There are only 2 or 3 occasions when we haven’t been together. Luckily they have never lasted more than an overnight.
Our daughter was born with Hirschsprung’s Disease. It’s a fairly common problem for people with Down Syndrome. Her colon doesn’t work like it should. When she was a few days old she had a colostomy. She has had surgery to correct the problem since then but because of the very short nature of her colon she is prone to dehydration.
When she has been hospitalized for it hubby will stay at the hospital overnight with her and I will stay at home with her twin brother. Not the greatest solution but it is what we have to do.