A client of mine received a diagnosis of stage 2b breast cancer. She is in her twenties with a young baby daughter. I held her hand and heart as she struggled through her first six months of chemotherapy. I witnessed her spiraling down into the deepest of darkest despair. My heart was bleeding for her. There were no words that could help. I would just listen. One day, she walked into my office. She said to me, I saw a spirit. Her mood was completely altered from despair to hope. God meets us where we are.
Surprise! We had a surprise birthday party for my son. His emotional outpouring let me know how truly touched he really was for this party. The party theme was around his nickname growing up, which was Jama Man. He achieved that nickname due to the amount of hours he would spend in his jammies. Jama Man is a nickname that only our family would know. Do you have a nickname for your spouse that only you would know? Do you really, really know your spouse?
For those involved in the horrific event in Las Vegas, I send all of you a loving virtual hug. There are no right words to calm you from the aftermath of the storm. The dust is settling. Unfortunately, the emotional trauma is still ruminating in all of those involved. Fortunately, there are those finding the little treasures as the dust settles. Three victims have walked through my counseling door.
In 7th grade, the girls and I were swooning over a teacher, Mr. Signorino. We had a romantic obsession with Mr. Signorino. We even had a song about him. The song was an adaptation from the last verse of the song from West Side Story, Gee Officer Krupke. The parody of that song we created went like this, “Mr. Signorino, we’re down on our knees, because no one wants a teacher with a social disease. Gee Mr. Signorino what are we to do. Mr. Signorino, we love you.” Are you romantically obsessed?
My daughter at 14 years of age asked me, “Why is it that people don’t want to tell other people how much money they make? I would be happy to tell them how much money I make. Why do people care so much what other people think about how much money they make? Besides, I’m going to be a millionaire and people will love me because I’m a millionaire and if I’m not a millionaire, they will love me because I’m awesome.” My daughter summed it up well. Do we want to be a human doing or a human being?
A call from a friend alerted me. She informed me that my boyfriend was dancing with another woman at our end of the year high school dance. A fight between my boyfriend and me ensued in the front lawn of the high school. Due to that fight, our relationship ended right then and there. I had my first broken heart. I never felt such pain in my life. At 18 years of age, I was sure that I would never fall in love again. My life was over. I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t eat. What was happening to me?
Yesterday, I went to the rodeo in Prescott AZ. It was my very first rodeo. For the 4th of July weekend, there couldn’t be anything more American than a rodeo. Right? Go Independence Day and Let Freedom Ring!