Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Monday, June 14, 2010

My New Best Friend

I 'met' Zach last night and he's my new best friend! I know just watching a video of someone on YouTube doesn't really make them your best friend, but I'm ignoring that fact and pretending ... Zach and I are best buds.

Zach is funny, honest and determined. And I love all those traits in a person. Zach has plans to live a full life and he won't let an obstacle like Cerebral Palsy stop him. I'm drawn to his story because he's funny, honest and determined (I know I said that before - I wanted to make sure you got it!)

I'm also drawn to his story because I had a sister Rosene who lived with CP and was also determined to overcome the obstacles in her life.

And I'm drawn to his story because I've overcome a few obstacles in life.



Zach's oprah deal from Zach Anner on Vimeo.

Vote for him! Go! Now! Yes, Right now! 
(I'll tell your mom if you don't!) 
Click and vote for him here!!


Update Monday afternoon: 
Here's a video Zach posted after he finds out that his video went viral this weekend. He loves you and the internet and wants to be in a Facebook relationship with everyone!



I don't know why Blogger can't keep this YouTube video within the boundaries I've set up. Which is another reason I'm breaking up with Blogger and getting in a relationship with a Wordpress Blog soon. I can't wait, I know Wordpress and I won't have any boundaries issues. 

Watch this video on YouTube instead.

And remember Vote for Zach here! 

Thursday, May 20, 2010

May 20 = Breathing Day For Me

I interrupt this breathing time because on May 20th, I think about breathing more than most other days in my life and I thank God for each breath.

On May 20, 2004 - I almost quit breathing when the motorhome I was traveling in was in an accident with five large trucks. My body was no match for the trucks, so it was beat up - badly. 

I had a zillion injuries and was kept in a medical coma for ten days and on major pain killers, including morphine, for a few weeks. Morphine and my brain don't mix well - I had many hallucinations. Hallucinations are different from dreams because they mix with reality and you can't tell the difference between them and reality. 



Here's the earliest hallucination memory* I have -
I am in a small room. I am sick. I am receiving some kind of treatment which consists of getting fluid through an IV.  I’m in an easy chair. I don’t want to stay here, but I need to. There is a young man in the chair next to me. He is also sick and receiving some type of treatment. I wonder why he is in my room. I know there is a nurse in the room, but I never see her. I also don’t really hear her voice, but somehow she communicates with me. The nurse lets me know to take deep breaths. As I focus on doing that, I see this large pink object floating near me. It resembles a jellyfish. As I take deep breaths, it inflates and deflates. Somehow I know that I need to focus on keeping the ‘jellyfish’ full. If I allow my breathing to become shallow, the jellyfish looks like it will shrivel up and drop to the floor. It is hard work to stay focused on breathing deep. I am really tired. I forget about the jellyfish for a few minutes. Then I panic when I remember it. I am worried that it will deflate. I’m not sure what will happen if it does, but I know it is not good. I am relieved when I see it hovering nearby. I force myself to stay focused on keeping the jellyfish full.

Reality check -
I was in a hospital bed, not an easy chair. I had a private room in ICU, so no young man was next to me. As for the ‘jellyfish’, I wonder if that represented my lung. My right lung had collapsed due to a broken rib puncturing it and the nurses and doctors repeatedly told me to breathe deep. 

My early post-accident memory is blurry, so I don't know exactly when I had this hallucination. I assume it was about two weeks post-accident after I was taken off the ventilator. My husband said the nurses would often remind me to breathe deep.
Celebrate breathing today - if necessary, slow down to take some deep breaths through out the day. 


*My memoir will have more of my hallucinations - ranging from funny to political to terrifying. 

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Thoughts from an Evening with Donald Miller

On Monday evening, I heard Donald Miller speak at Messiah College. He shared some great thoughts, some rambling thoughts that almost lost me and some thoughts about being naked. That just scared some of you and sparked interest in the rest of you - so to clarify, he was talking about Adam and Eve. 

Here's a few of the thoughts he shared. These are not direct quotes from him - but what I heard him say in my own words. 

God is creating a story - an epic story, that encompasses all of creation. Within that story, each of us has a sub-story that we are the director of. God gives us life - a blank sheet of paper and a set of markers - and says, "Go crazy, have fun." We choose what is put on that paper. If we want to make a purple horse, we can. 

Having said that - there are many things in each of our environments that influence what we do with our markers and paper. It ranges from our childhood to our education, to conflict we face, to people we hang out with, to the advertisements we see all the time.


I don't remember if he said this or I just thought it, but what we draw on our paper is also influenced by things that happen to us that we can't control - abuse/accidents/others' choices. We can't control those things, but we can control how we react and respond to them. 

Don illustrated his thoughts about how we can be controlled by our environment by sharing a story about controlling others when he was in band in high school. Students had to walk through the large band hall to get to their lockers. Don was at the other end of the room and had a metronome (instrument that produces regular beats) As a student entered the room, he set the metronome to match their gait, then slowly sped it up. Most of the students started walking faster with the beat without realizing it. He was thrilled with his power to control them for the thirty seconds or so it took them to reach their lockers.

So is your drawing ever influenced by an unseen metronome? Don says that in our culture the metronome that influences us more than we realize is commercialism. We think for our drawing/life to be complete, we need that car or those jeans or that soap. If we get that - everything in our life will be better. Even if you don't watch TV or read magazines with advertisements - how often do you want something because 
"everyone else has it?" 

Don went on to say that our relationship with God is also influenced by this metronome. We can see Jesus as a product to make us happy or to get us what we want, rather than a being to have a relationship with. And we think that God has to give us this or that to make us complete.


So I'm pondering how I view and interact with God. To realize what influence commercialism has on my relationship with him - I need to stop and think. Stop, unplug, be still and think about why I do some of the things I do.
  
What are you drawing on your paper today? And why are you drawing that?


Donald shared many more thoughts, but my brain couldn't remember all of them, plus this blog post would be way too long.

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Importance of Story in my Life

This post is about the importance of story in my life. It is an entry into Chris Brogan's giveaway of 100 copies of Donald Miller's book "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years."


I was born into a controlled world - I escaped through stories in books. Then in my early twenties, I began to realize I had choices about how my life story did or didn't turn out. I slowly made my own choices, rather than allow my environment and circumstances to control me. Good change takes time, but over the next decade my life became better.  

In my late thirties, my husband helped me take another step in realizing the choices we have in writing the story we want to. We sold our business, put household stuff in storage, packed a motorhome and traveled the country for six months with our three sons. Life was good!

Until ...

A day in May when it all changed - we accidently met five semi-trucks on a highway. My husband and sons were fine, I was not. My injuries were massive and threatened my life. Somehow I defied the odds and lived. "Miracle!" The doctor said, "but I'm not sure you'll walk again."

The lessons of the previous decades lay dormant, until the words of a good therapist brought them back. "To some degree, your level of recovery is up to you." A glimmer of hope emerged as I realized I had choices in how this unwanted portion of my story turned out. I did every exercise given to me, plus a few extra. And I prayed. I did research and had a few repair surgeries, did more exercises and prayed more. 

I love books, so I read stories. Stories of people that overcame the "impossible." They helped me breathe and gave me hope. Though life would be different than I dreamed of, a good life was still possible. I soon realized that I retained and gained so much more from stories than from 3 or 5 or 7 point 'teaching' books.  

Last year, I went to a conference called STORY. The inspiration from this event was amazing and the long-term effects are still unseen. Then I read "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years" by Donald Miller. Wow! This gave me even more information about how to live the story that I want to. 


Part of living the best story I can, involves telling and writing my story to share with others. As I work on that, I pray I can tell in an interesting story, because I know the value of great stories.

The Importance of Story in my Life is summed up with one word - priceless!
  

Monday, November 02, 2009

Pendulum Swinging?

I continue to process all I heard at STORY. As I look back at my notes, think about them and share with my husband, I thank God that I was able to be there! Love all the thoughts and wisdom that I heard. The idea of telling our stories was everywhere ... which it should have been given the name of the conference. I love stories, whether hearing one in person or reading one. And I love the attention being given to the importance of each person's story.

Why is a favorite word of mine - and I'm now asking why about one aspect of the conference. I'm wondering if the pendulum is going to swing too far in the story direction now. I'm looking forward to an explosion of good stories being written and/or spoken, but I'm wondering if we should strive for a balance of good stories, along with direct teaching, etc. Will we all get sick of hearing about stories and the value of them? Right now, I'm not interested in reading a book or hearing a teaching with 3 or 5 or 7 bullet points - been there, done that, too many times. But having said that,  can everything be taught in story form or are there certain things that are still best taught with a few good points? 

The teaching at the conference was excellent, some of the best communicators I've ever heard - entertaining, real, inspiring, eloquent and a joy to listen to. STORY was all about communicating stories, yet only a few of the teachings were done in story form. Could they have taught the good stuff they did about telling stories in story form? Pondering that tonight ... 
Your thoughts?

History has always been a series of pendulum swings, 
but the individual doesn't have to get caught in that. ~Robert Johnson

Thursday, October 29, 2009

STORY Chicago

I've spent the past two days at STORY 09. The place, the music, the speakers = WOW! I love new info and questions to think about and process. It was a meeting of great minds and thinkers. Some of the thoughts were new, even edgy - a few raised questions for me. But still others were familiar and comforting - I'm happy to realize I'm not the only one thinking some of this stuff! I'll be writing more about it soon. (I think)

The overall theme was - learning how to communicate God's story and our stories better. And to not be afraid of our own stories - the good, the bad and the ugly. It was exactly the inspiration and motivation I needed to finish this darn book I've been writing the past four years. The book is my story of - major trauma, miracles, pain, amazing recovery and limitations that affect me now and will continue to for life.

And Hurricane Reality!

Hurricane Reality is what I've named the emotional and spiritual place I was sucked up in for a year or two post-accident as I tried to come to grips with this ...

 April - 2009


From injuries received in this accident - May 20, 2004, near Valencia, CA

I was a marathon runner pre-accident and woke from being in a medical coma for ten days to find out that I almost died, they almost amputated my leg and even if it healed, I might never walk again, due to that injury and several other severe ones (my pelvis and right femur were also shattered)

Today, I not only walk, but I run again - on my own two feet!

 June - 2009
  (Is there a pirate movie/show somewhere that I can be in?!)

The journey of accepting the lifelong effects was tougher than the physical recovery. In the process, I learned new things about God and myself. I've learned how to live in the tension of celebrating the miracles, while being real and honest about the disappointments of living with this for the rest of my life. I've written most of the story of our trip, the accident and my physical recovery, but I've been scared to write about my emotional and spiritual journey, because some of it is edgy and 'off base.'  STORY has inspired me and given me the courage I need to write my story.

Thank you Ben Arment and the STORY team!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Catching Up

Wow, time flies when you are having fun. I don't know how people that travel keep up with a blog. Even if I have extra time while traveling, I don't think of writing a post- don't know why. Guess I need to retrain my brain.
I had a great weekend  at Harvey Cedars Bible Conference. Beautiful facility. At the beach. Group of sweet women. Funny speaker, Cindy Foor. Heard about keeping our eyes focused on God as we surf the waves of life. Felt God's amazing love. Love the team of 9 wonderful, hardworking women that helped me coordinate the retreat - what a joy to work with them!

I came home Sunday night, spent Monday getting things done at home and repacking. And going to my doctor because I started getting a rash on Saturday night at the retreat and by Monday morning my face was double the size and rashy all over :(  Am now on Prednisone - it's helping, swelling and rash is better, but I still kinda look like a who from whoville. Ugh ... great way to meet new people, everyone keeps saying, "You don't look like your picture on Twitter or Facebook."
That's right, I don't!

Flew to Chicago early Tuesday morning for a full, fun day. Took car, plane, train and bus to get from my house to a snazzy, cool church in Chicago for Cultivate 09.  Right in the heart of the city - they renovated an old warehouse. Met some neat people and learned some new stuff about being real and communicating Jesus to our communities.


Rented a car and drove to the airport to pick up two women that needed a ride (met them on Twitter) Drove 45 miles west of the city to Aurora. Now getting ready to spend the day at STORY.

The fun and excitement continues!
Hopefully today I will remember to take some pictures ...

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Saturday's Story - Roadtrip #2

On Saturdays, I post a portion of my stories from the once-in-a-lifetime roadtrip we took in 2003 and 2004. I'm working towards writing/publishing a book in the future that would include these stories, plus more. 

Saturday's Story - Roadtrip #1

I’m not sure we would ever have left Heaven on earth (the Florida Keys) if we had not planned on meeting my parents in Sarasota towards the end of January, where they spend a few weeks every winter. I wanted to spend some time at the beach with my mom and sister, but the weather was cool and cloudy during our stay there. After a few days of hanging around my parent’s house, we started making plans to hit the road again.

"Mom, check this out!" Joseph called, interrupting my reading. "It's the largest paintball field in Florida. Can we go to it?"

Joshua and Joseph had been avid paintball players for a few years. Paintball guns are small and easily fit in the storage areas under the motorhome, so the boys made sure they were packed and they wanted to find a field to play at in every state. 

"When can we go? It's in Ocala, is that near here?" His questions came so fast, I didn't even try to answer right away.

When he finally slowed down to take a breath, I said, "When you're done searching, give me the laptop, then I'll figure out if we can do it."

"Here," he said, dumping the laptop on me. "I know this is the paintball field I want to go to in Florida. Wayne's World - it's the biggest and the best! There's no other one like it. Can we go today?"

"Slow down, buddy. You're going to hyperventilate soon." Taking the laptop, I found directions and realized Ocala was not too far off our planned route.  Actually, I used "planned route" loosely, we really didn't have a planned route, just a general idea of where we wanted to go, so why not Ocala?

We left my parents and headed towards Wayne's World with a few excited boys. A few hours later, we arrived at the "biggest, baddest paintball field." It had a large grass area nearby suitable to park the motorhome for the day. Joshua and Joseph were thrilled with the size of the field (huge) and the number of people to play with (about 50). They played from 9 to 4.
Jonathan and I went to the closest mall and Jerry hung out, watched them and took a nap or two. He also tried out his new toy - a remote-controlled airplane. He didn't have a hobby in the last decade, due to lack of time and money. He always had interest in remote-controlled airplanes and when we came across a model shop a few days earlier, he finally gave in and bought himself one. It was about 5' long with a 5' wing span. We settled the 'where will we store it issue' by strapping it to the ceiling of the motorhome above our bed.

Life settled into a comfortable routine with us looking at the map and the weather forecast to determine where we would go the next week. We loved having a different part of the United States as our backyard to explore each week. We stopped at each state’s information center and gathered brochures, along with exploring the internet. I encouraged the boys to find something in each state that interested them and then we choose the best route/plan for that state from everyone’s options.

Jerry and I loved the rest and restoration of this lifestyle, compared to being business owners. and managers. It was interesting how each day did fill itself. Jerry had cleaner hands than ever - from the dishes he washed. Motorhomes come with many of the frills of home, but not dishwashers and we agreed since I did most of the cooking, he would clean up. Between grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning (yes, motorhomes get dirty also) and helping the boys with schoolwork, I don't know how I ever had time to run a business. Jerry also had on-going maintenance to do on the motorhome. It was a 1995 vehicle, containing a house, so there were always a few odds and ends that needed his attention. He enjoys hands-on work, especially in this scenario, where he had the time to fix or update what's needed it. 
We sampled all types of campgrounds, ranging from regular mobile home parks with an overgrown site or two in the back to ‘resorts’ where the entrance, landscaping and pool with hot tub rivaled 5-star hotels’ amenities. We also ‘camped’ in Wal-mart parking lots about once a week en-route to our next destination. Smart move on Wal-mart’s part to allow RV's to stay free in the parking lot for a night or two - we never left without spending at least $100 for food and supplies.
We ate at restaurants a few times a week, but most of the time we cooked in the motorhome. There were a few adjustments, as all changes in life have, but nothing we couldn’t handle with sunshine and a few days at the beach.


(gosh, I would love to do that trip again!)

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Hand in Hand with God!

For a time, I've been thinking about how I live 'hand in hand' with God. Yes, he is God and I am not, but I think when he created me in his image with a free will of my own ... I've was given the choice to do what I want with what I have. So when I heard this story this week, I liked it.

A few decades ago, a preacher was riding his horse down a country road, when he came over a hill and saw a beautiful farm in the valley below. The house was nice and tidy with a stream running behind it and the freshly painted barns sat in the midst of acres of clean fields with straight rows of crops growing strong.

He noticed the farmer coming up the farm lane and stopped to talk to him. "God has sure blessed you with a beautiful place," the preacher said.

Wiping sweat from his face, the farmer said, "Yes, he has and I thank him for it every morning."

"You really are a man blessed by God." The preacher signed as he looked around again.

Yes I am. I am always grateful for his goodness," he responded again, "but you should have seen the place when he had it to himself."

-From a Dave Ramsey Teaching