About atlonglastheard

Your life can change in a split second and mine did just that on 24 September 2011. In the years since my attack, I have continued on my healing journey. It has taken far longer than I anticipated and has taken detours I never suspected would occur. It is a journey, though, and all that has happened just moves me forward, which is a good thing. My purpose for this web site is to tell my story and to encourage others in similar journeys. In this country (USA) the subjects of sexual assault and suicide are still very taboo. It is my intention to change that. If you know someone that could benefit from this site, PLEASE, PLEASE pass along my web site and or email address (atlonglastheard@gmail.com). It really is that important.

ONE WEEK DONE

I wanted to give you an update on my progress with The Whole30.  The easiest way to say it is, So far, So good.  But, then, my post would end here.  So I will fill in more details. It has been interesting, to say the least.  As I told you on the Day 3 post, one of the biggest things I’ve noticed is an increased need for sleep.  This has not changed yet.  If anything, I am needing even more than the 10 hours, which is 3 hours more than my normal amount.  This is due, in part, to my catching the crude that is going around town.  I can find no mention of what you are supposed to do if you get S.I.C.K. while on the Whole30 program.  I did know enough to not reach for conventional cough syrup or throat lozenges, both of which contain sugar and/or alcohol.  As it turned out, the cough medicine we did have is alcohol-free, but still contains all kinds of other stuff I did not want to put into my body, sugar being the least of it.

What we ended up with is a product from Planetary Herbals called Old Indian Wild Cherry Bark Syrup.  While the taste was not so great, it worked on my cough in one day!  I did rest for the entire day on Saturday, which probably helped, but ONE day?  Cool!  I guess because I did have some nonsense (my term for s.i.c.k., because I do NOT get sick) going on in my head, nose and throat, my sleep continues to be messed up.  Before I realized there was something going on, I slept for 12 hours.  Mind you, this, unfortunately, does not mean I slept 12 solid hours.  Between having to get up to go to the bathroom and hot flashes every few hours, it’s not like it was a restful 12 hours.  Still, I know that when our bodies are healing, no matter from what, we need extra sleep and need to nurture ourselves even more than normal.  What I am really looking forward to is the renewed energy I know I will be feeling once my body is cleaned out.

I already told you about the bone broth that I made, which, by the way, is delicious!  I also made mayonnaise!  I made it with avocado oil, so it does have a slightly green tinge to it, but it is amazing.  The best part is there is nothing unpronounceable in it.  Even the organic, relatively healthy ones you can buy, still have added sugar.  No clue why.  The only drawback that I can foresee is because there are no preservatives in it, it doesn’t last nearly as long as I’d like it to.  Still, being able to make my own fresh extremely yummy mayonnaise is more than worth not having it last for months.

I asked Jim last night as we were going to sleep, if, after the first 7 days he missed any particular food that we are not allowed to eat?  He said no, and then asked if I do.  Well, yes, honestly I do.  BUT, and this is a huge BUT, I don’t miss anything enough to sabotage my body (even more than I have for the past 55 years) and lose the ground I’ve gained thus far.  The more I read, the more I am coming to understand that I most likely have food sensitivities that I never knew I had, and I am talking way back to when I was a baby.  I’ve written before about the really weird skin I was born with and which plagued me for years. I am thinking now that I most likely had, if not an allergy, at least a sensitivity to dairy.  Oh, the things they did not know 50+ years ago.  That’s okay, though, because now we do know and that means we, I, can make the necessary changes to my diet that will support a much healthier body/mind/immune system.

Actually loving this program!

 

DAY 3

Okay, so it’s only day three of the Whole30, but I want to share some of what’s happening so far.  Although we haven’t been following the 7-day meal plan exactly, nor are we really supposed to, we’ve been very compliant with what we should and we are not allowed to eat.  No dairy, no grains, no processed food of any kind, no alcohol, no sugar…does this seem harsh?  Really, it’s not.  There is so much real, whole food available, if you just take the time to look.  For example, this morning I had a mug of bone broth, which I made myself (!), and an omelet cooked in ghee (this is butter with the milk part removed) with chicken and spinach.  I had an orange and strawberries on the side.  It was yummy and filling.  If anything, I cannot really eat all the food they recommend in a day, but that’s another story.

One of my reasons for doing this ‘diet’* is I am in a lot of physical pain from inflammation.  I never understood what this meant before now.  And I still do not totally understand it, but I know I have it all over my body.  Enough is enough.  To me physical pain is far worse than emotional pain.  Once the emotional part of my healing from my sexual assault was complete, my back went completely out.  I spent 96 hours not moving at all.  When I was finally able to get out of bed and start the process of moving my body again, the pain was, at times, overwhelming.  I remember thinking at the time that as difficult as it was to go through, I’d rather spend another 14 months in intense (mental) therapy than to spend another 96 hours in physical pain.  And while my physical pain these days is not acute to the degree it was then, I am still in a lot of pain.

Several years ago, I suffered an injury at the gym to my elbow, and ever since, I’ve had pain in it.  Your elbow is not exactly a part of your body that can be easily rested. You kind of use it every day, no matter what you are doing.  And my hips, boy, do my hips ache.  My legs, too.  The weird part is they do not hurt when I am using them, like walking or playing tennis, but at night, I wake up in pain more nights than not.  I try not to take ibuprofen all the time, for obvious reasons, but sometimes the pain is just too much and I have to take it.  When I was listening to IT STARTS WITH FOOD (by Melissa Hartwig and Dallas Hartwig), it suddenly occurred to me that my body is full of inflammation, and that;s when I made the decision to do something about it.  I do not have to live like this and have no intention of living this way for the rest of my life.  Enter the Whole30 program.

According to WebMD,  “Inflammation is a process by which the body’s white blood cells and substances they produce protect us from infection with foreign organisms, such as bacteria and viruses.  However, in some diseases, like arthritis, the body’s defense system — the immune system — triggers an inflammatory response when there are no foreign invaders to fight off. In these diseases, called autoimmune diseases, the body’s normally protective immune system causes damage to its own tissues. The body responds as if normal tissues are infected or somehow abnormal.”  It goes on to say, “When inflammation occurs, chemicals from the body’s white blood cells are released into the blood or affected tissues to protect your body from foreign substances. This release of chemicals increases the blood flow to the area of injury or infection, and may result in redness and warmth. Some of the chemicals cause a leak of fluid into the tissues, resulting in swelling. This protective process may stimulate nerves and cause pain.  The increased number of cells and inflammatory substances within the joint cause irritation, swelling of the joint lining and, eventually, wearing down of cartilage (cushions at the end of bones).”

So what have I observed so far?  Because my body is healing and detoxing itself, I need a lot more sleep than normal.  I’ve been sleeping 10 hours a night, which is so unlike me.  I normally need just about 7 hours to feel good and be well-rested.  I am honoring and listening to what my body wants, though, and it is saying sleep more.  So more sleeping it is.  I’ve noticed I am crabby, too, with an underlying headache.  This is due to my withdrawal from sugar.  As I’ve said before, according to experts, getting off sugar is harder than getting off heroin.  I believe it. And it is just as hard not to relapse, which I’ve done more times than I like to admit.  Just to be clear here, I am addicted to sugar, not heroin.  But just as being addicted to an illicit, illegal drug can rule and ruin your life, sugar, in its own way is just as destructive.  Some of the problems with sugar are: it increases insulin and contributes to obesity and diabetes, it can deplete essential minerals from the body, it can lead to food allergies, it can weaken your immune system and it can increase your risk of cancer.  Do any of these possible effects of sugar sound like a good thing?  I don’t think so.  The time has come to break this habit once and for all.

Yes, it is still very early in this process, but I am very hopeful that, once I get over the hump, the benefits of eating clean and not putting poison into my body will override any desire I have to slip again.

Stay tuned…

 

 

AN ACCIDENTAL REWIRING

Turns out our brains are a lot more elastic or plastic than was originally thought.  The old thinking was once you reached a certain age, your brain was, for lack of a better way to say it, set in stone.  The neurons were thought to migrate to predetermined locations in the brain.  Once there, they performed only certain functions.  New research has shown that it is possible to change our brains.  This is good news.  No, really, this is great news. We are no longer necessarily stuck with a brain that does not work for us, and by this I mean that when I accidentally rewired my brain to crave sugar and carbs and other things that are not good for my overall health, I have the ability to change it, to rewire it again.

After my attack 4 1/2 years ago, to help me feel better, I started eating cupcakes and macaroni and cheese and soft pretzels and rolls and, well, you get the picture.  In 2010, for the most part, I stopped eating bread and pasta.  And even more importantly, I stopped eating most processes sugars.  No coke, no more of my beloved (sad, but true) slurpees, no sweet tarts or jelly beans.  Or if I did have a treat, it was not very often and I never went overboard.  When I was sexually assaulted in September of 2011, that all changed.  I was doing my best to heal and part of that, unfortunately, involved self-soothing, which took the form of eating comfort foods.  Over time, my brain changed, and through the long process of healing and reclaiming my life, I inadvertently created another problem, though it has taken several years for me to completely understand exactly what I did.

I’ve always been a huge reader and though I enjoy fiction tremendously, I also love inspirational, self-help-type books, too.  Since I am always working on improving myself and my life, I am pretty open to most books that encourage that.  I am also a life-long athlete and, as I’ve written about before, after my attack, I went from walking 60-90 miles a week to zero.  Luckily, I found yoga a couple of weeks before my attack and I was no longer able to walk outside alone.  Still, not having that outlet for stress release and staying in shape was a huge loss.  HUGE.  So, I was on the lookout for books to, perhaps, change my life.  I read (listened to, actually) Grain Brain and Brain Maker by Kristin Loberg and Dr. David Perlmutter, Wheat Belly by William Davis, Use Your Brain to Change Your Age by Dr. Daniel Amen, The Wisdom of Your Cells by Dr. Bruce Lipton, The New Sugar Busters by H. Leighton Steward, Morrison Bethea, Sam Andrews and Luis Balart, and countless others.  While all were good, and some I’ve even listened to more than once, and all had good advise and wisdom to pass along, I still was not ‘getting it.’  I might try out a few of the suggestions, but nothing stuck for long.

A walk with a friend a couple of weeks ago ended up supplying the missing link, so to speak.  Just in passing he mentioned It Starts With Food by Melissa Hartwig and Dallas Hartwig.  I cannot tell you now what it was he said that made me go home and check if the book was available on audible.com.  It was, and I got it.  From practically the first sentence I realized this was the book that was going to literally change my life.  I finally got it.  I also knew that I needed the actual book to refer to.  At the bookstore, however, I ended up with their followup book, The Whole30, subtitled The 30-Day Guide to TOTAL HEALTH and FOOD FREEDOM, which is the one I really needed.  This book explains the entire program and how to accomplish it.  It contains recipes, tips, hints and, basically, a blueprint for (my words) a new life!  And today starts that 30-day trip.

I will be chronicling my journey here, partly so that I am accountable and partly so that others may, hopefully, be helped, as well.  I keep hearing from people who have done the Whole30 that it is hard, that you always end up ‘falling off the wagon’ at some point.  While this may be true, I am confident that I am truly ready for the changes that eating clean will bring about.  I am so ready to be clean of my sugar habit.  I’ve spoken about it before and the trouble I’ve had with kicking the habit.  Like I just said, I AM READY, and this, I think, will make all the difference.  Will I never eat something that is less than perfectly healthy again?  In all likelihood, I probably will, but once I have rewired my brain to crave healthy, whole foods again, a slip or, rather, a conscious choice to eat something that is less than ‘good’ will not result in disaster.  It took a long time to wire my brain to want a cupcake once a week.  Likewise, once I am where I want to be with regard to food, one soft pretzel or martini will not create a new, unwanted neural pathway in my brain.

We all always have a choice.  My choice is to eat clean to reset my brain and hormones.

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If you would like, please join me on this journey.  We can help each other along the way.

CHANGE IS GOOD, RIGHT?

A huge change in my life occurred last week when I sold Grazelda, my 1996 Volkswagen Harlequin.  Honestly, I never thought I’d do this.  I really thought I’d keep her forever.  FOREVER.  It got to the point, though, that I, not being what you’d call a ‘car person,’ could no longer justify putting money into her care.  Nothing really bad was wrong, at least as far as I knew, but I could not afford to not have a totally reliable car.  So, she has been sitting behind my garage since August, not being driven.  I was pretty much stuck about what to do.  I certainly did not want to sell her, but that became my only option.  What I was very clear about, however, was she had to go to a collector, someone who understood exactly what she is/was.

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I saw this quote as I was coming to grips with what I had to do.  Sad hardly describes how I felt through the entire process…it was excruciatingly difficult.  It never really seemed real until I watched her (well, I didn’t actually watch, as that was way too hard) be driven away by her new owner.  The good thing is, I could not have found a more perfect person to buy her if I had waited another 20 years!  Her new owner is so passionate about Volkswagens in general and Harlequins in particular.  (He already owns one, with the yellow base.  Grazelda has a green base.)  He and his father drove down from Seattle, Washington last weekend to pick her up.  I knew, and told him from the start, that there was no way she could make a drive that far, so she was to be towed.  Because Tyler was so incredibly happy to be getting her, I have to say that it helped ease my sadness, to a degree.  BUT, 20 years is a really long time to have a car, especially one that was so unique and fun to drive.  And after having driven a very unique car, I am seriously thinking of putting polka dots on my new car!  How can I possible drive a boring car after one that is the exact opposite of boring?

The trip north on Interstate 5 was not without its own drama.  My take on the trouble is that Grazelda was mad I sold her and let her displeasure be known by losing a wheel.  In the end, though, they made it back and she is in her new forever home.  We are talking Volkswagen people, who will keep her forever and restore her to her original beauty.  I truly could not ask for more.  I am sure I will miss her for the rest of my life and I am happy she is with such a great new family.

This shot of me with her new owner, Tyler, was taken right before they loaded Grazelda up:

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And this is me with Grazelda in 1996, when she was brand new:

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DREAM BOARD FOR 2016

I belong to a fabulous women’s group and to start off the New Year, we gathered to make dream/vision boards.  While a number of us had made boards in the past, some of the women had not.  It was fascinating to see the varied boards that emerged from the creative minds these amazing women.  Each one was completely different.  The fun part was to see everyone’s finished board and to notice pictures or words that we may have passed over for our own board on the board of someone else.  Dream boards are a powerful way to attract what we envision for our lives.

This is my dream board for 2016:

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A FEW THOUGHTS ON JOY

This little plaque hang on the wall of my bedroom:

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I see it every day, and though I walk by it many times throughout the day, this does not mean I actually see it.  It is such a part of my room, of the wall, that I do not necessarily take it in.  It seems to me that JOY might be like that.  Oh, we recognize the big events that cause us to feel joyful; it’s the every day, small, seemingly insignificant ones that may slip by unnoticed.

While searching for quotes on or about joy, more often than not, the word happiness is in many of them.  So to dictionary.com I went to find out the differences between joy, happiness and happy.  Joy- (noun) a feeling of great pleasure and happiness.  Happiness- (noun) the state of being happy.  Happy- (adjective) feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.  As you can clearly see, all are interchangeable.  So my bedroom plaque could just as easily read find happiness in every journey.  It doesn’t have the same ring, though the meaning is the same.  The same goes for the quotes I came across.  Actually, there were hundreds, if not thousands, to read through and choose from.  I picked the following six to illustrate my point that joy and happiness are basically the same feeling. I think the words joy and happiness can be substituted for each other and the meaning of the quote remains essentially the same:

“Find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing.  For to miss the joy is to miss all.”  ~Robert Louis Stevenson

“The only joy in the world is to begin.”  ~Cesare Paves

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.”  ~Victor Hugo

“So many conditions of happiness are available; more than enough for you to be happy right now.  You don’t have to run into the future in order to get more.”  ~Thich Nhat Hahn

“The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”  ~Christopher McCandless

“Joy is prayer; joy is strength.  Joy is love; joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.”  ~Mother Teresa

Joy and happiness are all around.  We have only to take the time to see what is already in front of us, how much we already have.  Is it easy?  Maybe not.  It may take effort to look beyond our challenges and difficulties and understand that, truly, things are pretty awesome.  And the best part is, we get to choose this.  It is up to you, it is up to me, to decide on JOY, to find JOY is every journey.

WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?

It seems like only yesterday we were welcoming 2015, and, yet, it is already 2016!  Seriously, where does the time go?  And why does it go so dang fast?  Such is the nature of life, I suppose…

My word for last year was YES!, and it served me well.  While I am certain I did not say YES! to every single opportunity or person or event that presented itself in my life, I like to think that I said YES! more often than not, and more often than I might have otherwise had I not chosen YES! as my word.  This year’s word, then, has a lot to live up to.  I’ve been thinking about it for the last couple of months.  I had another word in mind, but JOY kept popping up when I least expected it.  I finally realized that JOY was trying to get my attention and letting me know that it should be my word for 2016.  So JOY it is!

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And this beautiful quote by Marianne Williamson sums it up perfectly.

It seems that I am not the only one choosing JOY as my word this year.  My wonderful and amazing friend, Deb Kennedy, has also chosen it.  She has gone a step further and come up with a way for all of us to spread JOY even more:

“Join me on a new project!!!!
I shared my ‘word for the year’ (JOY) and my friend Barb commented ‘yeah! a JOY ride! Let’s do it!’ – and that really got my mind spinning!! So I came up with an idea to get everyone I know to participate in a *virtual JOYride*, where we focus on JOY and share it to encourage one another – just the way we would if we all piled into a huge old convertible with the top down, the music blaring, with smiles on our faces as we headed down the road of life on an adventure!

The goal is to ‘SEE the Joy, BE the Joy, SHARE the Joy!’

I’m launching it TODAY, January 1, 2016, and here’s how it works:
When you post photos of things that inspire you & make you grateful on social media, simply include the hashtag #JOYride2016 ! That’s it! It works on Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Tumblr (and a bunch more I don’t even know about!) Let’s flood social media with JOY ♥

There’s no sign up, no cost, and it’s not to advertise, promote, market, get more traffic, or anything else. It’s just to SHARE THE JOY 😉 Join me… and please share this post!!! #JOYride2016”

Happy New Year!  May 2016 be the most joyous year EVER, for each and every one of us!

A CLEAR MESSAGE?

I attended an orientation yesterday afternoon for people who think they may be interested in becoming an advocate for victims of sexual assault. This is something I’ve contemplated off and on since my attack, and when I was recently telling my story, it was suggested that, perhaps, the time had come to think more seriously about it. At the time, my first response was “I’m not ready yet.” The more I thought about it though, the more the idea grew on me.

First up, I had to google sexual assault advocacy to find out what, if anything, was even available. I immediately found an organization that sounded really good. The more I read, the better it sounded. Then I realized they were located in New Jersey. As good as they seemed, I figure that’s a bit too far away to do me any good. So it was back to google with San Diego added to my search. I finally got to where I needed to be, which in this area is CCS, Center for Community Solutions.  The mission of CCS is “to end relationship and sexual violence by being a catalyst for caring communities and social justice.”  And its vision is “for all people to live full, free, expressive and empowered loves in a safe, healthy, vibrant and peaceful community.”

“CCS was first established in 1969 as the Center for Women’s Studies and Services(CWSS), a grassroots feminist organization that helped women overcome obstacles preventing them from achieving independence, economic stability and growth, and self-sufficiency.  Over the years, in response to community needs, CWWS narrowed its focus to address three core issues—relationship violence, sexual assault and the prevention of both.  In the mid 1990s, CWSS adopted a new name, Center for Community Solutions, to acknowledge that the elimination of sexual assault and relationship violence will occur only if everyone in the community becomes a part of the solution.”  This all sounded good and once I was able to read about all the volunteer opportunities, I thought, “Yes, now is the right time. It has been a little over four years and I think I’d be able to use my experience to help others in a similar situation.”

The times I had to choose from were 3-4:30p or 5-6:30p at their Escondido office.  From where I live, neither of these was a great option, mainly because of traffic.  I decided on the earlier time (less traffic getting there) and planned on dinner at Fatburger, which would be a huge treat since it is the only one left in this area and I particularly love their milkshakes!  I thought by the time I finished with dinner that traffic would have let up.  Ha!

While there are many volunteer opportunities with CCS, the only one I was/am interested in is SART, Sexual Assault Response Team.  “SART volunteers provide immediate, in-person support for sexual assault victims during the forensic exam process.  All SART volunteers must complete a 60-hour Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence Crisis Intervention Training and a Live Scan criminal background.  A twelve-month commitment of 4 six-hour shifts per month is required.”  Again, all this sounded fine with me, so the next step was to attend the orientation, which I did yesterday.

All day yesterday I had a stomach ache.  I attributed it nerves more than anything else.  The actual orientation was no big deal, much to my relief.  After listening to all the available positions for volunteers, I realized a few things:  first of all, they really do not need help in my area of town, and because one must be a 20-minute (ideally, but no more than 30 minutes) commute away, even if I wanted to help out in North or East County, I really cannot; secondly, my experience of being sexually assaulted really isn’t an asset in their minds; and lastly, the way the system currently operates there does not seem to even be a place for me.  What I think is important, what would have been incredibly helpful to me, is an advocate who is there every step of the process…from the forensic exam all the way through the court and sentencing phase, someone who will go with the victim to each and every court date, who can help explain what is going on and what is likely to happen, someone who has actually been through it and knows firsthand, not just in theory.   This type of volunteer position does not exist, at least not at CSS.

When I got home last night after my yummy dinner and one hour of traffic, I still had a stomach ache.  (I thought it might have been the giant milkshake that was so thick I had to eat it with a spoon.)  J and I talked about it for a long time and at the end my questions were, “What am I supposed to be doing to help other women who have been sexually assaulted?  Why did I go through it if not to help others?  How can I make a difference if no one wants my help?”  J wisely said that the answer would come to me, maybe not today or tomorrow or even next week, but it will come.  So I went to sleep, not feeling that great about it, but not as upset as I had been.  This morning, though, I woke up with a knot in the right side of my upper back.  This is a place that I’ve never had an issue with before.  As soon as I felt it, I knew.  You cannot get a much clearer message than that.  I know, with certainty, that CCS, though a wonderful agency, doing important work, is not for me and I am not for them.  I also now understand, clearly, that as ready as I’d like to be, my body has other ideas.  The body really does keep the score and it was/is telling me loud and clear that now is not the time.

To be completely honest here, I feel like I’ve failed.  I thought I was ready.  I told everyone in my (amazing!) women’s group and my Thursday morning beach yoga class (also pretty amazing, I might add) what I was doing and every single woman was so supportive and so encouraging, and now I have to go back and tell them all that it isn’t the right time yet and I was not received with the open arms I kind of thought I would be welcomed with.  So for now I will continue my journey and helping process by writing on this site and will keep my ears open for the kind of opportunity I am seeking.

THANKFUL FOR ALL OF IT

This morning at beach yoga my teacher, Danell Dwaileebe, read an inspiring poem/prayer as we were in savasana.  I forget who wrote it, and I forgot to ask that she email it to me.  I was thinking I would post it here today in honor of Thanksgiving.  Then I thought, why not write my own prayer of thanksgiving?

Thank You for this gift of another beautiful day.  Thank You for all of the abundance and prosperity in my life right now and for all that You send each and every day.  Thank You for keeping me safe and strong and healthy.  Thank You for showing me the way, for keeping me on my path and for reminding me that everything is perfect, right here, right now.  Thank You for blessing my life with my amazing boyfriend, for the love we share and for the incredible life we are building together.  Thank You for my eyes that are able to see all the beauty that is right in front of me.  Thank You for my ears that are able to hear the birds, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and the laughter of children.  Thank You for my heart that is able to love in spite of the challenges I’ve been through.  Thank You for my arms that are able to carry what is necessary and for being able to let go of that which is no longer needed.  Thank You for my feet that walk me many miles each day.  Thank You for my brain that allows me to continue to learn.  Thank You for my nose that is able to smell flowers, pink grapefruit and the ocean.  Thank You for my mouth that is able to speak words of love and compassion, for sweet kisses.  Thank You for a mind that is open and nonjudgmental, more often that not.  Thank You for the good, the not-so-good, the beautiful and the not-so-beautiful.  Thank You for laughter and for sadness.  Thank You for my life.  Thank You, thank You, thank You.

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SPREADING KINDNESS

Several weeks ago I received the following email:

Hi Tamerie!

My name is Aileen and I just came across your story that was featured on the Kindness Blog! This one here: http://kindnessblog.com/2014/10/29/an-act-of-kindness-saved-my-life/

I was e-mailing you because I wanted to ask you if we could feature your story on our website Love Made Known (http://lovemadeknown.com). My husband and I started it a few months ago and we share people’s stories of what God has done in their lives weekly. Please let me know if we can feature you!

If you’re interested, we will need a mini bio, a profile picture and any social media or website links you’d like people to find you at!

Thank you so much, Tamerie! God bless you!

-Aileen

I wrote Aileen back and said, that yes, it was fine for her to feature my story on her web site.  Well, today is the day:

Thank YOU for giving us the opportunity to share your story. Praise God for that 🙂

Here is the final link for you to share with family and friends:

http://lovemadeknown.com/an-act-of-kindness-saved-my-life/