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December 23, 2006 By Michele 4 Comments

Something sent to me, which I’m struggling with this year to remember.

On the radio this morning, I heard a story about a woman who was Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys (and everything else imaginable), and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two children.

As they headed toward the elevator, she was feeling what so many of us feel during the Christmas holiday. The overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every open house, taste all the holiday food and treats, and get that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list. Not to mention making sure we don’t forget anyone on our card list, and making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.

Finally the elevator doors opened and there was already a crowd in the elevator. She pushed her way into the elevator and dragged her two children in with her and all the bags of stuff.

When the doors closed she couldn’t take it anymore and stated, “Whoever stared this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot.”

From the back of the elevator she heard a quiet, calm voice respond, “Don’t worry, we already crucified him.”

For the rest of the trip down in the elevator it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Don’t forget this year to keep the One Who started the whole Christmas thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word. If we all did it, just think of how different this whole world would be.

PSA

December 12, 2006 By Michele Leave a Comment

Toys for Tots Campaign at Vimo

Vimo to Donate up to $100,000 to Toys For Tots. Company will donate $1 for every doctor rating
posted to Vimo site during the month of December

Vimo wants to know what people think about their doctors, and is running a unique and generous holiday promotion to prove it. Vimo, the Internet’s leading healthcare comparison-shopping site, will donate one dollar to the US Marine Reserve Toys For Tots Program for every doctor rating posted during December by consumers to the Vimo website, at www.vimo.com/toysfortots. The company has committed to donating up to a maximum $100,000. Posting a review at Vimo is quick and free – it doesn’t even require user registration – and posting privileges are open to all United States residents.

“We encourage online shoppers to stop by www.vimo.com/toysfortots during their holiday Internet shopping”. Visitors can rate their doctor in about 30 seconds and help bring the magic of the holidays to needy youngsters,” says Chini Krishnan, Founder and CEO of Vimo, Inc. “We also encourage people to forward this note to their friends. We want to make the maximum donation possible – up to $100,000 – so rate your doctors and tell your friends!”

There are a few rules to the promotion: Vimo will donate a maximum of $3 per reviewer (person). To qualify, a review needs to be original and include at least 100 characters of commentary on the doctor’s performance. Machine-generated reviews, or reviews containing nonsensical, threatening or obscene language do not qualify, nor do reviews that come from outside the United States. This offer cannot be combined with any other promotion.

Hmph.

October 3, 2006 By Michele Leave a Comment

Do you even feel like the last kid picked for kick ball?

A letter.

September 23, 2006 By Michele 11 Comments

Dear Jeannette,

I have really been struggling. Your death has caused my life to go into a tailspin. Why didn’t you at least try to communicate with me? Why did you leave all the questions you knew I had? I am now learning to deal with the fact that I just will never know. I can’t know my biological father, because you wouldn’t give me the information. You died without ever doing it. And you wanted it that way. Now, I’m a biological orphan.

You know? I don’t understand it at all. I’m a mother. I cannot in my life imagine leaving my children without something. If I knew that I were dying I would leave them something of me. Something to tell them of me. To let them know how I feel about them – otherwise they’d never know. I would probably write them letters. Give them pieces of information that they wouldn’t have otherwise, so that hopefully they won’t have as many questions once I’m no longer there to provide them. Because, as a mother, I want to help them.

You didn’t. You’ve known for years this was going to happen. You knew a year ago that it would probably be this year. You knew 6 months ago it was inevitable. And a month ago, you knew it could be any day. How could you?

How could you leave me hanging? You knew what my questions were. You knew where I was.

The last things you asked for was a picture of the kids. MY sons.

But you never even mentioned me. To the end, you never mentioned me – the big ol’ elephant in the room. And I’ll have to live with that the rest of my life. That I wasn’t worth your mention, even on your death bed.

Lemme tell you – it’s done wonders for my self esteem.

But I’m finally able to start living again. I guess the wound is starting to scab over.

I have one last thing to ask you. Wherever you are, could you please help me not to pick at it too much? I just don’t want to hurt any more because of you.

With all the love you never wanted,

Michele

wow

September 7, 2006 By Michele 3 Comments

I’m having a lot harder time with this than I anticipated. I’ve had to take my allotted bereavement leave today and tomorrow from work. I didn’t think I’d have to do it. I mean, she didn’t raise me from 4 years old on, right? But I feel much much more than I thought I would. I’m sorry if the entries are small and disjointed for now. I need some time.

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