Mental Illness is no Joke

“Mental Illness is no Joke”  was the title of a NAMI pamphlet I’d picked up over 30 years ago.  NAMI stands for the the National Association on Mental Illness.  I was recommended to go to the Manhattan office of this organization because I’d been single-handedly dealing with my late Mom who was mentally ill.  

That pamphlet would probably be falling apart with age, but I wish I had it now, because the information included within it still relevant today.  Since then, supposedly we have made tremendous advances in technology, but we are still insensitive to the emotionally, mentally and psychologically ill.  

Yes, in this day and age, we still laugh at people who are mentally ill.  People think their so-called “antics” are funny. When in actuality those are not “antics” to provide mirth and merriment, they are behaviors which are indicators of serious illness.  In times where people are severely depressed, these so-called behaviors are silent cries for help.  

I say this because I am dealing with someone I work with who is in this condition.  Everyone else laughs about their behavior, but I don’t. I don’t find anything funny about “decompensation”. In “shrink” terms decompensation is: the functional deterioration of a previously working structure or system.  In other words, the person is falling apart before your eyes. 

From dealing with my Mom for 32 years, I know this is a clear sign that the person is in serious need of help.  I am just amazed that no one else around me can see the need.  Perhaps I’m just super sensitive because I’ve walked through the fire trice already.  Once with Mom, two over a co-worker who committed suicide, and three for myself. 

I am also amazed that a workplace which brags about having certain “resources” to deal with such eventualities, has done zip, zero, nadda.  I guess they are waiting until the proverbial kimshee hits the fan.  Then it will be too late to investigate. . . . . . 

Oh, it’s not like you can tell the person they are ill.  They believe that they are alright and everyone else is nuts. In trying to tell them they should seek help, it might be like stepping on a landmine.  The person may become openly hostile and combative.  

In that case, you need the civil authorities and professionals.  If the person won’t admit that they need help, they won’t get help, unless of course they commit a crime.  It’s when they wind up in jail, then court for arraignment, the judge will remand them to a mental health facility.  Does that have to happen?  

No it doesn’t.  If only someone cared. . . . . . . . 

If you have a family member, friend, or co-worker in this condition, please ignore or abandon them.  Don’t cater to them, because they can be extremely manipulative.  Stand your ground, love them up, but be firm and let them know they must get help.  If necessary alert the authorities if they are unable to care for themselves and/or children. 

Last but not least, I’m going to suggest something very radical.  Pray for them. . . . .

Just in case anyone is interested in more information.

Direct link to the NAMI site


A Star Trek Thesis

What I’m going to attempt to do, repeat:  attempt to do,  is explain why there is a Generation Gap between the “Old Guard” Star Trek Fans and the New Jacks.

There is a solid camp of Old Guard fans, who grew up watching the original episodes of Star Trek back in the mid 1960s.  They are die hard adherents to The Original Star Trek (known as “TOS” for short), which stars the original cast.  Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock,  Lt. Uhura, Zulu, Dr. McCoy, Scotty, etc.  Include me in on this category. 

However, whether you liked The Original Series, or The Next Generation (“TNG”), Deep Space Nine (“DS9”), Voyager (“VOY”), or Enterprise(“ENT”), and or the movies (before Abrams).  We all believe the same basic tenant.  The Vulcans are a key factor in the series.  Why? 

Doctor Zefram Cochrain the father of and invented the first humanly built warp capable space ship (The Phoenix), according to the movie:  Star Trek: First Contact.   It opens with Zephram testing The Phoenix then returning to Earth.  He’s celebrating at his campsite with loud music (“Ooby Dobooe” by Roy Obison, I believe) and a couple of cold ones, when the Vulcans showed up.  

This is considered to be a “First Contact” situation according to Star Trek cannon.  It was also the official first Human contact with the Vulcans ever.  Why?  Up until that moment humans were not considered technologically advanced or a warp capable race yet.   But, the Vulcans had been watching us for the potentiality.  Now that Zefram had his first successful test of his vessel the Vulcans decided to come down parlay.

Please click on link for more information.

Zefram Cochrane History – On MemoryAlphaDotCom

This first contact situation led to the Vulcans first sponsoring human to join the Federation (you needed to be sponsored by a member race to get in like an exclusive club), and us working together with Federation member races to start Starfleet.  That’s why Starfleet headquarters are in San Fransisco, on Earth.  

The major point being, if you blow up Vulcan (thereby killing off billions of Vulcans) then how did this major and pivotal point in Human, Vulcan, Federation and Starfleet history happen?  A major tenant of Star Trek coda is:  If you destroy the past, you also destroy the future.  

J.J. Abrams excused this glaring error, by saying that his 2008 Star Trek movie, (which was a prequel, going back to the Star Fleet Academy days of Kirk and Company) took place in an alternate universe.  In my scathing opinion, I believe this point should’ve been made in the movie, instead of presenting it as if it were official Star Trek Cannon.  

There are some who believe that what J.J. Abrams did was shine a fresh new light on Star Trek which helped to bring in a new fan base.  New fans who know nothing about Trek’s past history.  

It also helped to revive the Star Trek industry, which was dying on the vine.  Now I’ve heard through the convention grapevine, that in the next installment of Abrams Madness, he intends to go even further off the reservation.  

Yes, there are members of The Old Guard who believe the movie was an “anathema”.  Yes, even I to a certain point. I’ve been in chat rooms and watched verbal disputes flair up, and heard of fans going to blows over the movie!  Folks!  calm down!  It’s just a movie!  Hello!  Don’t likeie, don’t watchie!  A movie is not worth having a heart attack, stroke or aneurysm over!

Yes, I may go see the next movie, but I won’t take it THAT seriously. . . .

Oh, by the way, I liked the 2008 Star Trek Movie (which they should have called “New Generation” or something along that line since it was an alternative universe film).  I liked it because I love CGI and special effects.  Yes, I admit I love to see the ships, and I love to see stuff blow up. . . . . . .

Oh, and the part where a young Kirk gets his clock cleaned in the bar was the best. . . . . . . .  I often wondered why that never happened before . . . . .

Ah, but that is fodder for another thesis . . . . . 

MK Blog Tour Guest Post – Natalie Star-Kroll

I want to give a hardy welcome to my first guest!  Introducing:  Nataile Star-Kroll!


Three years ago, if you told me one day I would love to read and write, I would have told you you were crazy-out-of-your-mind. Since then I have read 150+ books and written 2 complete novels (one of which is being published) and I have 3 more in the works.

When I’m not reading or writing, I can be found with my husband supporting my two children on the soccer fields. Or maybe running around with my camera taking photos while camping and/or hiking. Or lastly, and most probable – I’m watching movies on Netflix while simultaneously perusing Facebook.

Our family resides in the state of Virginia along with our old-unintelligent-diabetic cat named Lucky.

Story Blurb:

The morning of her sixteenth birthday, Billie feels blessed despite the reoccurring nightmare that wakes her. Loving parents, a caring boyfriend, and great friends surround her until an heirloom necklace throws her into a world she never imagined.

Gifted” with supernatural powers and an unexpected destiny as the Keeper, Billie and a mysterious boy from her past must work together to find answers. But, as they begin to discover feelings for one another, he disappears leaving her to fight evil alone. Her life spirals out of control. She breaks up with her boyfriend, Tony, and alienates her best friends Arianna and Jocelyn to protect them from the truth.

As dark forces pursue her, Billie longs to run away from it all, yet a need to do what’s right compels her to face the future as the keeper of more than her own fortune.

book trailer

    Story Excerpt:

    I have something special for you. Sit, I’ll go get it.” And before I knew it, she rushed down the hall.

    Hurry, Mom, I have to get to school!” I yelled after her. She was back in a flash.

    Here, honey.” She handed me a long narrow velvet jewelry box, maroon in color, the coloring faded from age and use. I flipped back the lid and saw a gold chain with a charm hanging from it. Definitely nothing I would have handpicked, nice enough I guess, but it looked older than dirt itself. There was a yellowish gemstone, citrine I think, no larger than a nickel and it was set on top of a golden sunburst.

    She explained, “It’s been in our family for years. It’s been handed down from generation to generation on the sixteenth birthday.”

    Um, thank you. How old is it, and where did it come from?” I questioned because it even smelled old.

    No one in recent memory knows the answer to either question. We do know it is an honor to receive it, and you have to wear it for your whole birthday, no matter what,” Mom explained.

    Or what, I will have seven years bad luck?” I didn’t know what else to say.

    No, worse, a whole life of bad luck.” Mom said it so seriously.

    Well, if that isn’t convincing enough, put it on me!” I was not superstitious but why take chances?

    I lifted my flat ironed hair out of the way, and Mom placed the chain around my neck. The second I heard it click into place, I felt funny, and I swear the jewelry’s temperature rose. I stood up in a state of a panic as it warmed and the heat spread from my neck throughout my body. Everything went white, and then pulled out.

    Billie!” Mom screamed.

Thank you so much Nataile for stopping by! 

The Multi Tasking Myth.

The most efficient multi-tasker is the human body.  Even while at rest, there are hundreds of things going on inside of your body beside the main functions of heart beat and breathing.  Depending on the health of the person, they don’t have to remember to breathe, nor do they have to remember to make their heart beat.  These are part of the autonomic system.  These function even when a person is asleep or unconscious .

However, the society and the workplace would have you to believe that you are capable of doing 17 things at once.  There was even an old “In Living Color” skit which portrayed a man as having 13 jobs.  The joke was, when he died, there were 13 job openings. . . . . . . . 

Perhaps it was me but back then, I didn’t find that funny. Now, even less so. . . . .

In reality no man or woman can do that many tasks at once.  You may be a very busy person and have to a certain number of things a day, but you can’t do all at once.

Please refer to the following link.  It may be dated but it is very accurate:

Web Md Article on Multitasking.

Scientists will tell you that the longest the human mind can stay focused on a task is 7-10 minutes.  After that, if one is not mentally disciplined to remain focused, all bets are off.  

What happens in multi-tasking, is break the concentration of a person on what they are doing, to give them what you want done.  By the time they finish your task and go back to their task, they’ve forgotten what the heck they were doing in the first place!  

Has that ever happened to you?  Yep!  It has to me.  Until I said the magic words:  “Please give me 15 minutes and come back.  It’ll be ready by then.”  otherwise nothing will be done.  That gives me enough time to finish what I’m doing first

Scientists and doctors have also discovered that the more tasks you do at once, the less efficient you become.  Say you start off with two tasks, and someone brings you something to add, then another.  Your efficiency level will immediately drops, even though you may be an expert in said tasks.

I believe this is the sole reason why there is so much inefficiency in the workplace  today.  Too many places of employment (private and public) are requiring one employee to do the work of ten.  I feel, if you want me to do the work of ten people, you should pay me ten salaries.  But, you know that aint gonna happen.  So they continue to, as my late Mom used to say: “Work you like a rented mule.” 

Therefore the only avenue left to us to stop the madness is to get off the multi-tasking treadmill.  If you’re not in the military engaging the enemy, or fireman, policeman, EMT, Nurse, Doctor, etc, they need to “Ice that down.”  They don’t have to have it, right now!  

Our Best Foot Forward

This blog post was in response to a MasterKoda members lament.  I paraphrase:  “Am I really seeing that many spelling, grammatical errors lately?”

I’m not a professional writer/author yet, but I too have noticed that increasingly it’s alright to use poor grammar, poor spelling, and forget punctuation.  Why?  Blame it all on texting and social platforms like Twitter.

With texting, one strives to get one’s message out while being as brief as possible.  After all, one must consider ones texting plan.  If you have an unlimited plan, it’s okay to text the Declaration Of Independence and the U.S. Constitution.  If not, brevity is the best and only choice.  Of course, you know, this means you leave out letters.  

Some examples are:

ppl instead of people
abt instead of about
the number 2 for the word two
the number 4 for the word four or for
U for the word You
Ur for the word You Are (You’re)
SMH for Shaking My Head
TY for Thank You  
LOL for Laughing Out Loud
LMBO instead of laughing My Butt Off
NOTE:  There is a more vulgar version of the above phrase which I shall not post. . . . . . .

This is practice is especially applicable on Twitter where one is only given 140 letters in which to express your thought, often with links attached.  Twitter Tip: If one REALLY has a lengthy opinion to share on Twitter, the best way to do it is to start a free blog (via Word Press or Blogger) write up a post, then post the link to your status on Twitter.  This directs you readers to the blog for further information. 

On FaceBook I’m not so strict about spelling and grammar.   I say this in light of the fact that many may be out and about, and using their I-phone, I-pads, Android phones.  These items are not exactly easy to type on in unsecure situations.  Add riding the bus, train, or driving to the mix.  Talk about a multi-tasking nightmare.  So I expect, booboos and errors on FaceBook.  

However, if one is a real stickler for details, there is an extension app by Google Chrome called Social Fixer for Facebook.  Among many of the neat gadgets Social Fixer has a realtime Facebook spellcheck. However, this app only works for PCs and laptops.  And I believe Google Chrome must be your browser for this to work also.   

In the professional field or at work and/or if one is a writer or author, there is no excuse for errors.    

I’ve noticed that at work I’ve found that I must correct the basics like an English/Grammar teacher in order to do my job.  This should not be.  Workplaces equipped with computers,  and these computers in turn are equipped with spellcheck.  Why not use it?

As for blogs, your blog is an extension of you.  People who read it are reading it to get some kind of insight on who you are.  Yes, they may be reading your recipes, and how to knit a cardigan sweater, but you are the underlying force behind said blog.  It represents you.  If you want to generate customers and readers, like a job interview, you want to leave them with the best impression possible!  You want them to keep coming back, good content and attention to spelling grammar is essential.

So, before posting a blog post one should definitely employ a spell and grammar check program.  Run it through TWICE, just to make sure.  Believe it or not, spell checkers screw up too. . . . .

Lastly, I believe we as writers always need to brush up on and hone our art.  A soldier always keeps his weapons clean and in prime condition, and loaded for bear.  So should we.  

There are plenty of FREE INTERNET writing,  grammar, and editing courses one can take to brush up.  All one needs is an hour or so a day on the computer.  If it means one hour less on Twitter, or FaceBook, so be it! You’ve got a mission to accomplish, so arm up!

Write On!  

                                   TUXEDO CAT

An Old Nemesis Returns

Early Tuesday morning (05/22/2012), my “Old Nemesis” returned with a bang.  I had a horrible panic attack at work.  

Every once in a while, I’ll buy food to take to work instead of preparing a meal in advance.  It takes planning, to leave meat out, prepare and pack up.  It seemed like I just couldn’t get my marbles straight in that area this week, so I’d been living on takeout.

My fave is Vegetable Lo Mein, and the store I get it from had run out, and only had Vegetable Fried Rice.  I was most disappointed.  I really didn’t feel like eating rice, but I took it because I had literally left the house with no food.  Not saying there are no restaurants in the area where I work.  There are, but they are too darned pricey, and if you are on a budget. . . . . . .  Yes, I’m a member of the POOR WRITERS SOCIETY.

I get to work, set up and started to eat, since it was quiet.  I get down to the last few bites and I suffered what I call “Throat Clench”.  I have this condition that sometimes when I eat rice, my throat, clenches up and whatever I swallowed gets stuck in the middle of my throat.  

SIDE NOTE:  A therapist informed me that “throat clench” symptom is often induced by extreme anxiety.  

For some strange and inexplicable reason, this always happens when I eat rice.  About three years ago, I’d banned rice from my diet because of this.  I slowly integrated it back into my diet over the course of a year and thought all was fine and dandy until yesterday.  

In the meantime I was in a quandary.  The last time this happened, I wound up in the Emergency Room.  I wouldn’t have had any problem because I work in a police precinct.   I would’ve gotten priority one service.

Instead I chose to go upstairs.  I tried to calm down by walking the hallway, and making frequent trips to the Porcelain Palace “to try”.  After about 45 minutes, I finally calmed down enough to throw up and my throat was cleared.   

I must add that at this time I could breathe I just couldn’t swallow.  It felt like my throat had clenched over a ping pong ball. . . .

Needless, I was extremely shaken, and spent the rest of my morning at work shaking like a Chihuahua.  Of course, no one know about my private hell but me and God.  

It looks like it’s no more rice for me for a while.  Funny, just the day before one of the guys (cops) suggested  I use Orzo as a substitute for rice. . . . . .  Guess what, on the way home, I caught Ozro on sale and bought two boxes.  

As for the workplace issues, which I can’t speak about,  I’m going to visit my union’s headquarters.  They have counseling services, and I’m going to take advantage of it.  Plus it will put them on alert that all is not happiness and rainbows in Who Ville.  

I’ll keep you posted.


The Lioness Roars

I was forced to stand my ground on the Mystery Website issue (mentioned in a previous post).  

First, ZaZa was ticked and called me “cruel” for texting her to tell her that I had made her Super Admin of her own site.  Now wait one minute hay-er!   Didn’t you say that you didn’t like the fact that I had complete control over your site (Creator/Super Admin), and wanted control of it?  So, I handed over control of it to you and now you are ticked?  Can you see and hear the coo-coo clock?  

Then ZaZa tells me that she doesn’t know the first thing about running a web site  . . . . . . .   Oh, Duh!  This is why I had set up the thing in the first place. She came to me and asked me to, and out of the kindness of mine own heart.  

I know, esta muy stupido!   Had I known this was going to be such a landfield  I would’ve ran for my dear life!  Since I’m stuck here, I have to perform DOD measures.  In military speak, DOD means Disarm and Destroy. . . . .

I went into an extensive explanation of her responsibilities of a website owner, especially if one has an interactive website.  You must have someone to moderate the site 24/7/365 to monitor what your members are posting, and to block, delete and kick off undesirables.  I’ve done it before on a large Star Trek 200 plus member website.  

Since I work nights, I would bring in Mini Me (my netbook) sign on and watch out for interlopers.  I did that for about 2 years until they shut down the wifi network at my job.  I found it very enjoyable because I had a stealth code where no one but the site owners and admins knew who I was.  When some one suspicious showed up, I would always challenge and scare the hell out of them.  I was essentially an internet guard dog.  

You need people like that on your interactive site because  most web hosts do not want any kind of objectionable material  posted on any of their users sites!  Why? the U.S. Government WILL come in and  WILL shut them down, that’s why!  This may be the land of free speech (U.S. Constitution, First Amendment), but you try posting crap or hosting people who post crap, they will shut you down and confiscate your servers in a heartbeat! 

So, its far easier for web host sites to toss the individual site owners from the train, than to suffer a government shut down, and lose money. 

It’s happened to Wordpress several times during the past two years.  They were shuttered because some of their users were posting porn and/or advertising drugs (both illicit and pharmaceutical) on their sites.  

That’s why you need a moderator/ or site monitors.  They are the “Checkpoint Charlie” or “Road Block” for your site’s security.  If the visitor doesn’t pass muster, either they don’t get in, or they get ejected.  Rule of thumb.  YOU kick the trouble makers off YOUR SITE so YOUR SITE won’t get the booted off the web host’s server!  One plus one, equals two. 

I further explained that owning a website is a business that you must keep track of.  There is no such thing as “set it and forget it.”  

So ZaZa’s next statement was:  “How much would you charge if I paid you?”  When I refused ZaZa’s offer, her mouth hung open.  

Number one, for me to take her money would obligate me to be at her beck and call 24/7/365.  That’s not happening, not with my insane schedule!  Number two, that is a very easy way to get sued. I don’t believe in taking people’s money for services I cannot render.  Last time I looked, that was a crime.  Number three, which should be number one, “Never piss in your mess kit”.  ZaZa and I work together.  I already work in a very tense, stressful, and sometimes hostile work environment.  Why should I add friction over money and a half baked business venture to the mix?  I’d have to be nuts!  Nope, this is not gonna happen.

I simply told her I am not going to take her money, because I am incapable of fulfilling my obligations in regard to said site.  I don’t have the time, period, dot!  I’m running my own little business, plus editing and preparing to publish my book. Plus I work full-time, have church obligations, somewhere along the way I have to sleep, work out, clean house, cook, eat, WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, etc.  Talk about overwhelmed.    

It’s amazing how some people think because one is single, has no children, no boyfriends, and what they assume no social life, that you are a slug just lying around waiting for someone to pour salt on you. . . . . . .

Just had to get that out. . . . . . 

I needed this foolishness like I need another hole in my head!  I believe God already given me enough, thank you very much!   Plus, I don’t wanna end up on Judge Judy.

I also may sound a tad paranoid, but I believe this is all a plot to throw me off track.  ZaZa is well aware of the fact what I  am working on Knight Riders and is trying to stop me by distracting me with Bravo Sierra!  Plain and simple I’m dealing with someone who is extremely jealous and will do practically anything to derail my progress.  

After all, if I’m busy with her nonsense, where will I find time to. . . . .   You get the picture folks.  I wasn’t born yesterday nor the day before.  This old Lioness knows what ZaZa’s is up to.

Sadly, if she applied herself, ZaZa could accomplish the same goals I’m working towards.  However, she has obviously chosen to be The Devil’s Advocate. . . .  . . .

Of course, you know this situation beareth close watching.   Like the lionesses on the Serengeti watching the Zebra herds, I am. . . . . . . .

I Write To Entertain Myself

I am an avid Amazon book customer, and as a result I get bombarded with emails for the latest titles in the genres I most enjoy.  My ultimate favorite genre is STAR TREK.  Everything else gets on line and falls behind that. . . .

However, I received an email yesterday touting the most recently published Star Trek novels and I was sadly disappointed.  There were only six of them.  That’s right, SIX!   One was obviously a re-release. “Klingon for the Intergalactic Traveler” by Mark Okrand (now you know that’s a redo of “The Klingon Dictionary”), two of which I’d already read, and one I’d only read halfway.  Reason?  The plot of said story was so boring.   OMG!  How can you write BORING STAR TREK? 

AKKK!  My eyes!  Back away from the ebook, Nanci!

This is exactly why I’ve embarked on the mission of writing my own Star Trek fanfiction.  I simply got sick of the boring clap-trap that Paramount/CBS Productions has be shoveling out to Star Trek fans.  Paramount/CBS is a typical large conglomerate who believes if they pump out substandard stories and slap the words “Star Trek” on it, the fans would mob the stores and strip the shelves (or download copies like crazy), like the Biblical plague of locusts.  Way back when, this used to happen, but, over the years, Star Trek fans wised up and recognized these books for what they are, a waste of their hard earned money.

To me, there is nothing more infuriating than spending money for a poorly written book. . . . .

I digress. . . . .

As I mentioned before in a much earlier post (on this very blog as a matter of fact), that the Powers That Be at Paramount/CBS Productions have very strict standards by which potential and regular writers must write.  I wouldn’t say it’s strictly by cannon, but their writers are not allowed to go beyond certain inane boundary lines.  

Please don’t ask about J.J. Abrahms (who managed to go completely off the reservation by blowing up Vulcan).  Perhaps that happened because both Gene and Majel Roddenberry are no longer on this mortal coil, and in control of the helm.

Of course, I as an Old Guard Trekkie, I was ticked. . . .

Definition:  an Old Guard Trekkie is one who has been watching Star Trek since the 1960’s, not one of those “New Jacks” who came on board with the 2008 movie.

Back to the post. . . . . 

I’ve mentioned all of this to show that one of the main reasons I write is to entertain myself.  Paramount won’t let their writers write certain things, so I boldly go forth and write them.  I happen to love humor in Star Trek, so  again I go forth where no man has gone before, and write it.  After all, what is life if there isn’t a funny or two or ten? 

The funny thing about Star Trek, some of the most memorable episodes are the funny ones.  “Trouble With Tribbles”,  “I Mudd” and  “Amok Time”.  Well, I personally found “Amok Time” to be funny.  I also have a crazy sense of humor. . .

Oh, bye the way, this policy also carries over to my regular writing.  If I don’t have fun and enjoy what I’m writing, why write?  

What is a Hero?

What constitutes a hero for you?  

I ask that question every time I write a story.  

Back in my childhood days (the 1960’s) all hero’s wore colorful and snazzy outfits.  These outfits also featured compulsory tights and capes.  Heros also possessed super powers, had secret identities, and were indestructible.  Today, that all seems so passe. . . .  

To me real heros are people who put their lives on the line for the sake of others.  

Men and women in the military and on the battlefield fighting for freedom.  Men and women who wear the uniform (or who are undercover) of law enforcement.  Fire fighters and Emergency Medical Technicians.  Doctors and nurses working both here and abroad. 

Yes, even the butcher, baker and candlestick maker, house wives, pastors, missionaries, lay workers, carpenters, teachers, mechanics, etc.  A hero can also be a dog, cat, horse, etc.  Those who step up to the plate and lend a helping hand when one is desperately needed.  Those are heros to me.

Obviously, you don’t have to wear a ridiculously colored costume, don’t have to be super powered, and don’t need an alter ego.  Just be yourself.

                      K9 Iraq & Afghan War Heros

By dawnskyy Posted in heros

Mother’s Day – 2012

We all know today is Mother’s Day.  I watch with a bit of sadness as New York City dwellers crowd the stores, buying gifts for their moms, wives, etc.  

“Thank God you still have a mom to buy for.”  I think.  Mine passed away 08/04/2012.  Though she was beset with many illnesses, and in the end died by her own hand (refused to eat or allow the medical staff in the nursing home to insert a feeding tube), I still miss her tremendously.  

Yes, I was forced at the tender age of 17 to take care of her like a baby until I reached 55 years of age.  She was in and out of the hospital with nervous breakdowns, a bout with colon cancer, and finally had to be placed in a nursing home.

The significant fact I recall about my mother was that she was a “Praying Mother”.  You see I was a very sickly child and was always home from school sick, with allergies and asthma (much like I am today).  I would fall asleep and wake up to her kneeling, singing hymns and praying at my bedside.  During those years, before she had her first “break”, she always did that.  I was simply fascinated that one could talk to The Creator Of The Universe (God) like He was right there in the room!  

Much later on in life, after I’d become a Christian the roles were reversed.  I stood at my mother’s bedside with two other Sisters in Christ, and prayed for my Mom as I anointed her with oil.  Her eyes became wide like saucers as if to ask:  “You can pray like that?” 

“Of course, I can pray, Mom.  How can I not, when you taught me how.”