My appetite is my shepherd
I always want
It maketh me to sit down
and stuff myself
It leadeth me to my refrigerator repeatedly
It leadeth me in the path of
Burger King for a whopper
It destroyeth my shape
Yea though I knoweth I gaineth
I will not stop eating
For that food tasteth so good
The ice cream and cookies, they
When the table is spread before me
It exciteth me
For I know that soon
I shall dig in
As I fillith my plate continously
my clothes runneth smaller
Surely, bulges and excess weight shall
follow me all the days of my life
and I Will Be Fat Forver.
Actually, I don’t remember the title so I made the first line the title. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.
As a kid, I remember walking in the front door of my grandparents’ house after a long day of school to be told that my mother had passed away. The last time I saw her would be the last time that I would ever see her alive. It was a harsh and final thing for me to hear.
Sixteen years later I had made friends with this young lady. She was from El Salvador, and since my Southern tongue could not seem to wrap itself around her name, I called her Lethe’. It is pronounced like Le with the e being like the e in egg and the’ sounding like the word they.
She was my buddy and you could frequently find her beating me mercilessly at a game of pool. She introduced me to Flamin Hot Cheetos which is something that I would only eat at her insistence that I try. I still eat them today. She opened up my world to an entirely new culture. I had certainly heard of El Salvador, but I had never actually met someone from there.
A short while before I was to start taking some new classes she started to not feel well. She did visit the doctor, but her symptoms seemed to be getting worse. I became distracted by the classes that I was now taking until I bumped into her sister one Friday night after I realized that even with the classes I was taking I should have seen her around somewhere. At that time, her sister told me that Lethe’ had taken a turn for the worse and was now in the hospital.
I was shocked. I had known that she was sick, but I would not let the idea that it was anything serious enter my mind even though she had some unusual symptoms the last that I saw her. I quickly and frantically searched for someone to go to the hospital with me. Jennifer proved to be a reliable friend and agreed to go.
Bright and early Saturday morning, we set out for the hospital. When we got there, Jennifer thought that it would be a good idea for us to stop at the gift shop and get her the magazines that she enjoyed. We finally got to her room to find her lying in a hospital bed now covered with sores. She was happy to see us. We talked to her for a while. We told her that we loved her, hugged her, and before I exited the room I told her how much I wanted to see her again.
That was not to happen. The next day, I became aware that she passed. The only solace I had to comfort me was that I got the chance to say goodbye. The opportunity that had eluded me with my mother sixteen years before was one that I had taken advantage of with her.
What have you taken advantage of recently that seemed to have gotten away from you in the past?
I believe so. We’ve all heard stories of people developing superhuman strength to lift objects as heavy as cars and tractors to save someone’s life. Well, I certainly don’t have a personal account of me having had any extra physical ability bestowed on me. I also know that superhuman strength is not the only thing that can save a person’s life.
My tale of being there in someone else’s time of need actually takes place at work of all places. As usual, I came back to work after my lunch break. My coworker said that when I came up the escalator she could barely see me due to her blurred vision. She kept talking to me and explaining about her vision problems. I then thought about a conversation we had a few weeks earlier. During that conversation, she told me that she had visited the doctor and learned that she was prediabetic. It was with that knowledge as well as all the info that I was privy to being a resident of a small, rural community that I could help her . Basically in a rural community, we all know each other’s business including ailments. I knew that when someone has Diabetes and it progressively gets worse, vision loss is experienced. So, at that moment I told my coworker that it was her Diabetes that was causing her symptoms. I did not really know at the time how much of a medical emergency it was, but in any event what I told her prompted her to visit the Emergency Room. When they checked her blood sugar, it was in the 600s. She was in immediate danger of losing both her vision and life. Considering the fact that I have never spent one day in medical school, I was and still am quite proud of what I did. She did have to stay a few days in the hospital and learn to inject herself with insulin, but was fine. I felt just like I was a super hero.
Have you ever done anything that saved or helped save someone’s life?
If you were a superhero, what would your name be and why?
Mine would be Black Widow.
No matter how long I live in Atlanta, there will always be the little country girl that lives inside me that is still intrigued by what a city has to offer. The sights still command my attention even after ten years. That’s a good thing, because sometimes I stumble upon things as interesting as this storefront. It is one of the sweetest things that I have ever seen. I know that I have needed their services in the past and probably will in the future.
Hi there! How did it feel to travel all that way? Huh is what you’re thinking. Well, you have successfully made it to my world. Make yourself at home and enjoy the stories, scenery, and other things that I have to share with you to make your day just a little brighter. Please do come back to visit soon.