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I can't believe it has been almost two months since I have blogged:( Where does the time go?!? 
I'm glad to be back......I missed my bloggy friends:) 
Where does the time go....Thursday again and time for Tell Me About It Thursday.There have been many events in my life that have changed my life forever....finding Jesus (best choice I ever made:); getting married (also a wonderful choice, not always easy but I'd do it all over again); or the birth of my newphew and my neice (both great events). However the event that I decided to talk about is The day God Choose to Spare My Life; My miracle!!!
A couple of weeks ago I participated in another weekly blog theme where I listed 13 things about myself where #8 was that I was a miracle. Many of you asked questions....so here goes.......
October 16, 2006:
The story really starts on April 4, 2006 when I went to work like a normal day and realized that I couldn't feel my legs. Later that day in the neurologist office I was told that I had Guillain-Barré Syndrome that I had gotten from a stomach virus which attached to my nervous system. By the next day I was paralyzed from the neck down. I stayed in the hospital for 2 1/2 months and was released in a wheel chair to learn to walk again.
That leads us to the "Miracle event" in my life. On October 13th 2006, while my husband and I had went out to dinner, which at this time was still a huge deal because I couldn't walk, I had the most overwhelming pain in my side I have ever felt in my life. Feeling bad was something that I had become accustom to, but nothing like this. I told my husband I needed to go home and go to bed. During the night, I spiked a fever of 105 and my heart started feeling like it was flying. It was a Friday and I was determined not to go back to the hospital, so I told my husband I would hold out and go to the doctor on Monday. By Sunday, I couldn't breathe at all. I had to take a breath twice to say one word.
Monday morning I went to the doctor as planned. I was there all of about 3 mins and ended up in the ER, where they discovered that I had threw blood clots to my right lung. Not just one clot but multiple massive clots. Judging from the damage to my lungs; I had thrown the clots on Friday at some point. (I feel like during our dinner). My heart rate was 178 which was stroke range. By 4 that afternoon, I was in ICU not expected to make it thru the night. I remember like it was yesterday a lung doctor standing at the foot of my bed talking with my mom and my husband and telling them he was going to make me an appointment to come to his office in three weeks, but he doubted I'd make it out of the hospital.
Thank God...He had different plans. That will be three years this October. It was that moment that taught me the important things in life. I had spent the past two and half years of my life trying to climb the corporate latter in the accounting field. I had no time for my family or friends. It was in that moment laying in ICU, that I vowed to treasure the things in my life that really matter. To live each day to its fullest. Sometimes life goes so fast that we forget to spend time with the people who mean the most to us, our family and friends. We put off saying things today thinking that we can tell people tomorrow. I now realize that we don't always have tomorrow, so the best time to say what you need to say is today. The best time to stop by and see family or friends is now. I have realized that at your lowest point your family and friends will be there for you.
My favorite definition of love was in an e-mail where a 4 year old was asked what love meant. The child's neighbor was an elderly man who had just lost his wife. When the child saw the man cry, the little boy went over into the man's yard and climbed on top of the man's lap and just sat there. When the boy's mother asked him what he'd said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry". You know sometimes you don't have to say anything to show someone you love them. You just have to help them cry.
Life is too short to worry about the little things in life. The things that don't matter....like who's mad at whom or who has the most money. At the end of the day....none of those things matter. What matters most is how we choose to spend the time we have here on earth. I will never forget that day as long as I live. The day I started living....I mean truly living.
How ture is that!?! In one way or another we all picked who we ended up with. We may not have realized that all the things we thought were cute while we were dating we going to end up getting on our nerves, but we did know they existed. I mean come on....did you really think he was gonna start putting the seat down just because you married him? Or that just because your married now...he's not going to still be a mama's boy? Not.......I mean after all he was that way when you picked him!!! Reguardless of what flaws he has at some point you most have thought he was a good catch.
This makes me think of the Book "Guys Are From Mars, Girls Are From Venus ". Someone gave me this book as wedding gift. I laughed when I opened it, but about 5 months after being married I found myself reading it. It was like I woke up and thought I married an alien:) I'm just kidding, but it really did help me understand the way men think about things.
Fake PeopleI have recently ran accross more people that I think fall into this category. People who act to others as though they are on a Prada budget when in fact they are on a Walmart budget like the other 95% of the world. These people drive me crazy. They way they look at you like what you do is so much less important than what they do. The funny thing to me is that these people consider themselves your friend. Newsflash...a friend isn't someone who degrades or says negative things about you to make themselves feel better.
A friend of mine has a friend who is this way, and I use the word friend lightly here. A couple of my friends and I were going to have lunch when this other person who is a friend of one of the other people invited herself to come, we'll call her Jane. I love to have a good girl's lunch, and love to have a lot of people there to chat or whatever. We were having a wonderful lunch when in walks Jane, the girl my friend considers to be a friend of hers. Everything about her is fake...fake boobs, lypo, lip injections, and who knows whatelse. Not that I think any of these things are bad. She comes in and the first thing she does is complain about where we were having lunch. Just a side note...we didn't ask her to come, she asked us. At any rate, as the lunch proceeds Jane turns to my other really good friend and ask her how many kids she has. My friend says that she doesn't have any children yet, and Jane responsed by saying "then I don't feel so bad I guess I look pretty good for having a 12mnth old. Ok...so who couldn't look good if you have it sucked out!!! My friend was so upset the rest of our lunch. She might have said all of two words the rest of the time.
What makes people think they have the right to make other people's life miserable simply because they are unhappy themselves. I don't get it. Maybe it's just me. Who wants friends like this. I mean after I left I got in my car ( a dodge by the way) and thought all the way home, why would you want to be friends with someone like that. If she's that rude to someone she doesn't know...you know she talks about the people she knows.
Well that's my soap box for today!! Thanks for stopping by. Have a great Wednesday:)
Geran coached Tyler's 7-8 year-old baseball team. I of course acted as the Dug-out mom, which was bitter sweet. Nine boys.....how do the Dugger's do it!?! Needless to say, organization was out, but I gave it my best shoot. It wasn't always the most stressfree environment, but where is these days, but I loved being in there. Geran as you can see above was the coach. He really enjoys having this "guy time" with Tyler. It was a great season....We were the WYRA 7-8 yr old champs!!!
Highlight number 2.....New Addition to the Conway House.....Sydney. We got a dog. I say all the time, I wanted a lap dog and ended up with Sydney. She is terrior and beagle mix, and most definatly not a lap dog. She is so very hyper, but the most loving dog ever. She is Alivia's partner in crime. They do everything together; it is really cute. 
