A few days ago, a friend invited me to Blanek's for breakfast, so knowing I was off, I agreed. This morning I overslept and had the worst cab ride to Blanek's or to anywhere for that matter. I had the guy pick me up in front of HEB like I normally would, and told him where I was going. The first thing out of this guy's mouth was "Where's that?" Now, I'm no expert of any kind, but shouldn't a cab driver know where places are? They make their living giving people rides! This isn't the first time I've gotten into a cab and dealt with that. Long story short, he winds up getting lost and THEN asks the dispatch where the place is. I ended up paying $20 for a ride that usually costs me around $6. By the time I got to my destination, my friend had already eaten and had to leave..This is the second time this year this company has caused me to miss out on spending time with people I care about. Looks like I'll be catching the bus from now on.
The day did get better. I texted a friend from church who lived nearby, and she and I had a nice little visit. We went to the stores around the area because she was in search of a Christmas globe ornament for tonight's Christmas banquet. We didn't find anything but she said another woman from church had extra. I got a ride home from a mutual friend, but not before I looked at the apartment the lady from church lived in. She said they have some that are income based. The more I look at them, the more I like what I see.
I also attended the graduation ceremony of my niece's best friend, who, today earned her bachelor's degree in interdisciplinary studies. Congrats, again, girl. You have shown time and again what a hard worker you are, and have made it clear that you intend to settle for nothing less than the best. Have fun swimming with the dolphins!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
December :)
Well, December has begun and the Christmas season is upon us. I'm not sure whether to go out and buy Christmas cards to send to people or if an ecard would be a better option. I have decided that if I do the regular card thing, they will say CHRISTMAS and not HOLIDAY. "Holiday" cards to me make very little sense, because the ones I've seen all have Christmas trees on them, or a Nativity scene.
Today was a very interesting day, to say the least. It started out a bit late, as Sundays normally are for me. Thrown into the mix were a few moments of randomness and some nice surprises for good measure as the day progressed. It really started after I left church. Someone had been trying to offer me a ride, as a lot of people do, because it was very cold out today. I kind of snuck out when she had her focus turned elsewhere, which may seem kind of mean, but sometimes, I just REALLY want to be left alone. That, and sometimes it's good to be a little self sufficient. Can't depend on people to help me all the time, even though it's really out of the goodness of their hearts. I ended up at LJS and just sat there with my food for a LONG time, just feeling sad and hopeless.
After a while of just sitting there, this woman came up, seemingly out of nowhere. She remarked that I looked so sad and lonely sitting there by myself. I smiled a little and told her it was ok, I was used to being alone. That always seems to shock people when I say that, but it's true. I spent a lot of time by myself as a kid, and found solace in that. I was never that good at talking to people and even now, I just can't have long conversations. The exception is if the person is someone I've know for a while and have grown accustomed to. Eye contact isn't easy for me either. After a while, I HAVE to look somewhere else.
Anyway, this woman turned out to be a very interesting person, and we had a really good conversation about just random things. We ended up sharing a booth and it honestly felt like I had known this woman my entire life. While we were talking, I got to thinking about how God sends people to us at just the right moments, and when this woman showed up, I had been really wishing for that feeling of lonliness to go away. I really hope to encounter her again soon.
Well, my bed is calling and my eyelids are growing heavier with every minute I remain awake. Goodnight world.
Today was a very interesting day, to say the least. It started out a bit late, as Sundays normally are for me. Thrown into the mix were a few moments of randomness and some nice surprises for good measure as the day progressed. It really started after I left church. Someone had been trying to offer me a ride, as a lot of people do, because it was very cold out today. I kind of snuck out when she had her focus turned elsewhere, which may seem kind of mean, but sometimes, I just REALLY want to be left alone. That, and sometimes it's good to be a little self sufficient. Can't depend on people to help me all the time, even though it's really out of the goodness of their hearts. I ended up at LJS and just sat there with my food for a LONG time, just feeling sad and hopeless.
After a while of just sitting there, this woman came up, seemingly out of nowhere. She remarked that I looked so sad and lonely sitting there by myself. I smiled a little and told her it was ok, I was used to being alone. That always seems to shock people when I say that, but it's true. I spent a lot of time by myself as a kid, and found solace in that. I was never that good at talking to people and even now, I just can't have long conversations. The exception is if the person is someone I've know for a while and have grown accustomed to. Eye contact isn't easy for me either. After a while, I HAVE to look somewhere else.
Anyway, this woman turned out to be a very interesting person, and we had a really good conversation about just random things. We ended up sharing a booth and it honestly felt like I had known this woman my entire life. While we were talking, I got to thinking about how God sends people to us at just the right moments, and when this woman showed up, I had been really wishing for that feeling of lonliness to go away. I really hope to encounter her again soon.
Well, my bed is calling and my eyelids are growing heavier with every minute I remain awake. Goodnight world.
Monday, November 28, 2011
My weekend
I had the weekend off from work, and since my rent payment for storage was due, I walked from my apartment to the church I attend, which is also where the storage units are. Nobody was there, since the place was closed in observance of Thanksgiving. The guy who is renting the unit to me also just happens to be a former neighbor, so I thought I'd walk to his house to try to catch him there. I lived next door to the left of this man and his wife from 1991 to 2008, and so I knew what this would mean. The old neighborhood and the house I grew up in. I didn't have any luck giving him my check that day, but I stood staring at my old house for a long time. Even though another family lives there, it still, in a way, is home. I stood there for a while thinking about all the events that had taken place there with my own family, from birthday parties, to new babies being bronght there from the hospital, to just everyday life. I looked at the backyard where so many of us played as children, and noticed the building my dad helped construct was still standing. The pecan trees out front are still standing. Everything, with the exception of this new family's belongings, is just as it was left 3 years ago. Then the sadness set in. Thoughts of my siblings coming over to this house to visit Mom and Dad as adults, and the thoughts of my peers being able to have those moments with their parents. I will never be able to do this. Ever. I lost that chance before I ever had it, and that hurts deeply. So many times I watch them interact with each other, and it is truly a special sight to see that, but at the same time, I don't want to watch. Sometimes I feel like an old woman trapped in a young woman's body.
After leaving the neighborhood, I decided it was a nice enough day to go for another short walk, this time to the cemetery where Mom and Dad were laid to rest. Maybe then, being close to them physically, I would feel some sort of normalcy. The stay was a short one, as it usually is. After kissing their headstones goodbye and telling them I loved them, I turned and walked out of the cemetery. That's when a voice intenally spoke and said, "This is what love truly is and you've known it all along.." The voice spoke truth, and my heart was touched enough that a wave of emotion rolled over me, and I began to cry a little. It took some time to compose myself, but as human beings, these feelings are only natural. The pain we feel is the price we pay for loving so deeply. But, on the other hand, the comfort of knowing that our loved ones are safe and well, and happier than ever, feeling love more intense than our minds can fathom, is absolutely uncomparable to anything else.
I returned to work today, still feeling a little down from Saturday, and feeling very quiet. The day wasn't necessarily the greatest, but I have to work, so I did what needed to be done. I really should have eaten somethng before going to work, but I didn't, so by the time I got off, hunger and irritablilty had set in. I'm grateful to work with patient people. I think tomorrow will be better.
After leaving the neighborhood, I decided it was a nice enough day to go for another short walk, this time to the cemetery where Mom and Dad were laid to rest. Maybe then, being close to them physically, I would feel some sort of normalcy. The stay was a short one, as it usually is. After kissing their headstones goodbye and telling them I loved them, I turned and walked out of the cemetery. That's when a voice intenally spoke and said, "This is what love truly is and you've known it all along.." The voice spoke truth, and my heart was touched enough that a wave of emotion rolled over me, and I began to cry a little. It took some time to compose myself, but as human beings, these feelings are only natural. The pain we feel is the price we pay for loving so deeply. But, on the other hand, the comfort of knowing that our loved ones are safe and well, and happier than ever, feeling love more intense than our minds can fathom, is absolutely uncomparable to anything else.
I returned to work today, still feeling a little down from Saturday, and feeling very quiet. The day wasn't necessarily the greatest, but I have to work, so I did what needed to be done. I really should have eaten somethng before going to work, but I didn't, so by the time I got off, hunger and irritablilty had set in. I'm grateful to work with patient people. I think tomorrow will be better.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Introduction
Hello, everyone. My name is Rachel, but most people just call me Rach. It feels comfortable and I answer to it. My best friend calls me Rea, and she's pretty much the only one who calls me that. I am 26 years old.
I am not like most people my age. As a toddler, I was diagnosed as being mildly developmentally delayed. I do not own a car, or drive, I do not live on my own yet, and am still learning how to function as a regular twenty something. It's not always easy and can be very frustrating at times. I also have experienced things and events most people will likely not experience themselves, but these things have only made me a stronger person.
I was put into foster care at the age of five weeks old. I was fortunate to have stayed with the same family from that time until present day. My birthmother terminated her rights when I was 3 and a half, and my adoption was finalized the next year.
I consider my adoptive parents my real, true parents. They are the ones who raised me, loved me, and made me who I am today. My birthparents, I believe, were just tools to help bring me into this world. My parents were about 20 years older than everyone else's parents were, (everyone else meaning my peers) and had already raised 6 children of their own, so they knew what they were doing. My dad used to work in the maintenance dept. for the school district as a dispatcher, while my mom was a homemaker. They were foster parents to 75 children from 1981-1996. At the time I was placed, they were taking a break from foster parenting because of an illness in the family..I wasn't even originally supposed to go to that home, and look at what happened! Makes you wonder doesn't it?
I am not like most people my age. As a toddler, I was diagnosed as being mildly developmentally delayed. I do not own a car, or drive, I do not live on my own yet, and am still learning how to function as a regular twenty something. It's not always easy and can be very frustrating at times. I also have experienced things and events most people will likely not experience themselves, but these things have only made me a stronger person.
I was put into foster care at the age of five weeks old. I was fortunate to have stayed with the same family from that time until present day. My birthmother terminated her rights when I was 3 and a half, and my adoption was finalized the next year.
I consider my adoptive parents my real, true parents. They are the ones who raised me, loved me, and made me who I am today. My birthparents, I believe, were just tools to help bring me into this world. My parents were about 20 years older than everyone else's parents were, (everyone else meaning my peers) and had already raised 6 children of their own, so they knew what they were doing. My dad used to work in the maintenance dept. for the school district as a dispatcher, while my mom was a homemaker. They were foster parents to 75 children from 1981-1996. At the time I was placed, they were taking a break from foster parenting because of an illness in the family..I wasn't even originally supposed to go to that home, and look at what happened! Makes you wonder doesn't it?
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