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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

How do you know...

 
 
 
It's time to go back on medication.
If you are a person who deals with depression you know that it can ebb and flow.
You know, after many bouts, what the signs are.
You know, when you are not a crier and you are crying bucktets.
You know, when you are an avid exercise enthusiast and you can't even fathom 20 minutes.
You know, when you could close your eyes anywhere and fall asleep.
You know, when you crave ice cream more than that time of the month.
You know, when you are so angry at yourself you could spit.
You know, when you pick up the phone to call your doctor and your hand shakes and you wonder if you are going to cry on the phone with the secretary.
You know, when nothing gives you joy.
You know it's time to tear the roof off the mother sucker.....
 
 

 
 
3 pm Monday

Friday, February 1, 2013

St. Brigid

 
 
February 1st, today, is the Feast of St.Brigid.
 
St. Brigid's Cross
 
I wish I had remembered to say her prayer on Wednesday.
 
On Wednesday Eoin and I
 
One of the hundreds of these he has taken in his short life.
 
drove down the road to take Bridgie for her first day of school.
 
All the way there I felt at peace with our decision to send her to this school.
 
In my heart I knew that she was ready but that I really was not.
 
"She's mine!" I kept chanting in my head over the last few months of making this decision.
 
She's mine and I don't want to share her with YOU.
 
What I came to realize on that 25 minute drive to the school is, something that I have known since that first cockeyed glance she gave me on the day of her birth, that she is not mine.
She has been given to us to care for in this life.  Given to us to guide and protect to the best of our abilities.  Given to us to learn big lessons from.  Given to us to share with the world.
 
Bridgie has things to do.  And this I have also known from her birth. 
 
"She's going to do whatever she damn well pleases".
 
And who am I to stand in her way.
 
Who am I to try and shield and guard her.
 
Who am I to try and keep her from people and learning and friends.
 
Who am I but the one to help her on her journey.
 
She will do big things, of this I am certain.  She already has in turning my almost deadened heart into a heart of glee.
 
She will push us on this journey and we will balk and stall and kick and scream but eventually we will see.
 
 
Taking Bridgie into the school I carried her.  Once inside I handed over the paperwork
to the secretary and realized we were way too early.  Now I had to contain and restrain her in this little office for 15 minutes.
 
She just wanted to run.
 
 
 
Run down that great big hallway into the unknown.
 
Into the great big world.
 
And all I wanted to do was contain her, restrain her.
 
It became a battle and she screamed and pinched and pushed and hit and I held on tighter and tighter and told her No, No, No.
 
And when the time finally came and I said Yes, Yes, Yes,
 

 
 
She grabbed the therapists hand, put on that too big backpack, and started marching away.
 
I took out the camera, only wanting a picture of their backs, and the therapist tried to turn her around for the picture and she tried to escape and yelled.  Once back around I heard the strong slapping of her footsteps down that great big hall growing quieter and quieter until I swooped up Eoin and hid my tears of fear in his hood.
 
I felt weak, nauseous, and paralyzed.  I had thought of driving to Whole Foods during this time but now that was entirely too far away.  We crossed the street to the Kmart and I walked around in a daze while Eoin looked at Angry Bird toys.
I wound up spending $200 on who knows what.
Most of which will be returned when she goes back on Monday.
 
We left Kmart for the McDonald's next door for the ultimate comfort food....
 
French Fries.
 
When we went back to pick her up, I said "Eoin, did you miss Bridgie"  "No".
 
He had not been worried.
 
In fact he wondered if she had had a job like he does at his school.
 
He and I will enjoy our alone time together for the next few months.
 
Finally, I heard the faint slapping footsteps as they got louder and louder and rounded the corner.
 
I took one look at her and her at me and I knew we were both Changed.
 
On the way home we talked all things school.
 
I thought she would fall dead asleep but she jibber jabbered all the way home doing all kinds of hand motions I've never seen.
 
She now says "skoo" and "eacher".
 
We have a long road ahead of us.
 
But I think we are in good hands.
 
St. Brigid
 
 
 
 
Saint Brigid
You were a woman of peace.
You brought harmony where there was conflict.
You brought light to the darkness.
You brought hope to the downcast.
May the mantle of your peace cover those who are troubled and anxious,
and may peace be firmly rooted in our hearts and in our world.
Inspire us to act justly and to reverence all God has made.
Brigid you were a voice for the wounded and the weary.
Strengthen what is weak within us.
Calm us into a quietness that heals and listens.
May we grow each day into greater wholeness in mind, body and spirit.
Amen


Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Another Letter....

 
Dear People,
 
dear, dear, people who believe it is their God given right to use the word retarded
 
people who believe apologizing for publicly using the word is weak
 
people who believe that we who are offended have our panties in a bunch
 
people who believe that we are too sensitive
 
people who believe that society is too 'PC' trying to eradicated the use of the word
 
people who scoff at the pain it causes
 
people who argue that it is not being used to belittle others
 
people who argue that it's just a word
 
people who try to justify it's use in any fashion
 
dear, dear, people you are missing the point.
 
Walk a mile
 
Stand in the shoes
 
Take a day in the life
 
And when your heart gets shattered into a million pieces over a word
 
Or you slam into a brick wall of diagnosis
 
Or you are buried by hurts caused by others indifference,
 
I will be there to offer you a hand
 
to offer you some glue to mend your heart
 
to pick up the bricks that surround you
 
to dig up the indifference.
 
Then Peter came up to Him and said, Lord, how many times may my brother sin against me and I forgive him and let it go? [As many as] up to seven times? Jesus answered him, I tell you, not up to seven times, but seventy times seven! Matthew 18: 21-22


Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Dear Mr. Flacco

Martin Luther King, Jr. quotes
 
 
Dear Mr. Flacco,
 
I am not surprised.
 
I am not stunned.

I am not saddened or dismayed.
 
 
What I am is confused.
 
Here is a snippet from your official website about your support of Special Olympics Maryland:
 
Joe provides substantial support to Special Olympics Maryland (SOMD) and annually participates in the Polar Bear Plunge (2009-2011), benefiting the nonprofit which provides year-round sports training and athletic competition in a variety of Olympic-type sports for children and adults with intellectual disabilities.
 
In 2009, Joe co-hosted the SOMD Holiday Party with former teammate Adam Terry. In November 2010, Joe visited with SOMD athletes at the Ravens' flag football exhibition. Joe also attends the Special Olympics Maryland Summer Games Kickoff each June.

Wow.

You obviously care deeply about the Special Olympics. 

Oh, wait, maybe you did care and something happened because you stopped showing up in 2011.

Hmmm can't imagine what the falling out must of been.

Oh, maybe you dropped the R bomb at the 2010 SOMD Holiday party.

I can see how things may have gone sour.

Oh, but wait, I am on a tangent.

The real purpose of this correspondence is to point out to you the problem with using the R word.

You stated it beautifully yourself.

"Yeah, I think it's retarded."
(the move of the Super Bowl to a potential cold weather venue)

You know that's not the part that hurts, you know the retarded bit.

The part that hurts is when you say

"You know I probably shouldn't say that."

Again, not so bad.

It's when you said

"stupid"

As in having the Super Bowl in a cold weather venue is stupid.

So here's the bad part.

In your mind retarded = stupid.

"But I did not mean it in reference to......" Yadayadayada

"It's just a word....." Yadayadayada

Shut it.

Just shut it and make no excuses.

Get down on your knees and ask Him for forgiveness.

Next, explain yourself to your wife, the mother of your son.  Break down if need be.

Next, pick up the phone and get in touch with SOMEONE at Special Olympics Maryland and arrange for a meeting.

THEN and ONLY THEN shall you be fully prepared for said "Super Bowl".

Priorities, get them in order.

Be A Stand Up Guy.

Let Baltimore Rave about You.

OWN UP

BE THE EXAMPLE

RAISE THE BAR

You should probably share this experience with your teammates and coaches.

Make Baltimore proud in more ways than one.

How great would it be for the Baltimore Ravens Franchise to jump on the bandwagon.

SPREAD THE WORD TO END THE WORD

Thou shall not speak the word on the practice field, in the locker room, and heaven help you not on that game field.

Fines all around for those who can't refrain and donate those fines to

SPECIAL OLYMPICS MARYLAND

What better way for

SPREAD THE WORD TO END THE WORD

to infiltrate our schools than for the

Baltimore Ravens to set the tone.

We must protect this house.

I must protect THIS house.

Respectfully yours,

Bridgie's Mom

“Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.”

Martin Luther King, Jr.



Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Schleppin'

 
In the rain....
 
 
"...I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain...."
 
 
This is is what some of the sidewalk around Crofton Parkway looked like last nite.
 
 
AT MIDNIGHT.
 
How would I know you ask?
 
 
Well......
 
 
I went to the new house around 8:30 pm to finish some cleaning and other such things and around midnight decided to call it a day.
 
 
When I had arrived I parked the van in the garage and closed the garage door.
 
So, I used the button on the wall to open the garage door and climbed in the door....
 
This is nice, I thought, until clunk ca lunk and the garage door slams to the floor.
 
Ugh.
 
 
So I tried to manually lift the door, but it would not stay up.
 
 
I tried one more time using the step ladder for leverage and then when it did not work and I brought it back down it got stuck.
 
 
Oh, well, I'll leave it alone lest I break it and I'll just walk home.
 
 
I left the house through the front door.
 
And started Schleppin' in the rain the almost 2 miles to my house.
 
This is kinda fun, walkin in the rain.
 
5 minutes later.
 
 
This is really dumb, and really creepy, and it's cold, and these shoes suck.
 
 
5 minutes later.
 
This is really really not smart, I should call someone.  Who am I gonna call?
 
I'll freak my parents out, Jerry can't leave the kids, Tim might hurt me, and by the time Deke gets out the door and over here I'll be home.
I think I'll dial 9-1 on the phone and walk with my thumb on the number 1, just in case.
 
The rest of the way home I had a running dialogue of what I shoulda, coulda, woulda done and that I definitely would not want Erin doing this when she is older.
 
Alas, we live in Crofton and I made it home in one piece.
 
Just wet and cold.
 
I guess we shall just call it
 
Polar Bear Plunge Training!


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Jerry

It's his Birthday today.

There won't be anything spectacular, flashy, fancy, or exciting.

Because his identity has become that of DAD.

Yes, he is a husband, brother, son, and friend but mostly...

He's Dad.






And I don't think he'd have it any other way.

DAD


Happy Birthday, Daddy.