Thursday, September 29, 2011
|Grilled Chicken Salad from Canyon Burgers|
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
A few weeks ago an old college mate of mine posted the face of this beautiful child on Facebook with a brief description of her. Her name is Estefani. She is three years old and the child of a single mother in Bolivia. She likes to play hide and seek and play with dolls. I can't help it, I find her captivating. Kees, my college mate, has been working with a group called Compassion International since he left college, and finds sponsors for children living in poverty. Something just called me to her right away and 19 minutes after Kees posted her picture, I became her sponsor. Sponsorship will allow her to go to school, eat healthy meals, get medical attention and play with other children in a safe environment. The program is operated through the local church that Estefani attends with her family. Yesterday I received my sponsorship packet for her and now I'm really excited. Finally, I have a granddaughter! If you would like to know more about Compassion International please visit their web page; compassion.com
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Not having heard from her, I texted her asking if she'd gotten the phone. She didn't answer. Later, I saw that she was on Skype, so I IM'ed her asking about the phone. She told me that it had come in, but then had been stolen. So here she is, in a dorm with no meal plan because they all have kitchens, with no access to her money to buy food and no way to communicate if she needs to. Getting her money and food and a new phone shouldn't be that much of a problem. But once again, I'm seeing my bank account drained. That's OK. Things will be tighter than expected, but tight doesn't last. The real problem is that she is so stressed, and once again is spilling it on to me in down town rush hour traffic, in the worst city commute in the country. But I managed to give her some cash, go to three stores to find a phone for her and get her to her favorite restaurant. Things should be looking up, right? She tried to activate the phone. The phone told her that she needed to go online to activate the phone. Not a problem, the restaurant has WiFi. I handed her my netbook. She went online and was told that her plan wouldn't work with that phone. I handed her my debit card and told her to change plans. She was about to cry with stress. She asked if I was sure, I told her that she had to have a phone, it wasn't safe to live there without one. She changed the plan and paid for a new one, then tried to activate the phone. She was told there was a problem and she needed to call the cell company. By this time she was at about 110% anxiety. I pulled up the cell company number from my contacts list on my phone and handed it to her and told her to call. It became quickly apparent that she was overwhelmed and shutting down. It wasn't going to happen, but I hadn't gotten this far and spent all this money to leave with her still having no phone. So I took both phones outside and called the company myself. The advisor on the other end was so very helpful. This is the same company that I'd cursed a year ago in this post. They have really changed their tune. I took a working cell phone back in to her, but she was still stressed to the max. We ate a wonderful dinner and I took her home.
She grew up in countryburbia...you know, the out lying suburbs of a major city. The cow pasture is across the street from our house, but the corner where Publix, Kroger, Walmart and Aldi are is 2 miles away. We can walk to the nearest restaurant. And we can go to the mall without traveling more than 5 miles. Still, we go to church with our neighbors and we don't feel overly compelled to lock our doors. Yes, there are gangs here, but they consist of the spoiled brats of VP's who pretend they are "hanging with their homies" and live in $500K mini mansions in country clubs. We live on the other side of the tracks. What does she know about protecting herself from strangers? Well she does now. She knows that when friends invite friend gang members over your phone is best off spending quality time with your butt cheek and your wallet along with anything else of value needs to be locked in your room. Only walk around in groups and always be aware of what is around you. It only takes one time to learn. At least this time it was only at the expense of two pieces of plastic that she could quickly and easily deactivate. But the real victim here I guess was me. Once again I'm picking up the pieces for her; trying to cover the damage of other peoples sin. I guess God will have to cover the damage for me.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
This morning I stood peering in the refrigerator staring at the food. If I get this, it won't be enough protein, but if I add that with it there will be more protein, but now it's over the carb count and I will go over the calorie count....It was hopeless. I finally grabbed the eggs, sausage, cheese and yogurt, but I left the fruit. At lunch I stared into my pantry drawer in my cube and did the same thing. If I eat the whole container of soup, I should only eat half the tuna sandwich, but that won't be enough protein, maybe I should only eat the tuna and not the bread. Or maybe it would be better to eat the tuna sandwich, but only half the soup. If I have the yogurt for snack, I should add pumpkin seeds or I won't have enough protein and I'm low on calories for this time of day. I am going through this at every meal and it's beginning to be a serious problem for me. Sometimes I just don't want to eat because I tired of having to work so hard to keep it all balanced. I love it when I get the test results back and my cholesterol and triglyceride levels and my A1c are spot on, but I tell you, this is hard work. I get discouraged when all the skinny girls are hovering around the bowl on the front counter where they are selling miniature chocolate bars to raise funds for United Way. I get resentful that they get away with eating whatever they want, that they can take the elevator down one level and not feel guilty that they had just passed on easy exercise. I haven't even had diabetes that very long and I really wish it would just go away. When the nurse says, "If you'd only lose 5 to 10 pounds you you can reverse this and go off the medicines" I want to snype back, "yeah, well that was 40 pounds ago. I wonder why it didn't work." I am honestly just tired of it.
Ok, pity party over. Time to pick it back up and get back to work.
Ok, pity party over. Time to pick it back up and get back to work.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
So hey, I descend from royalty. It still doesn't change the fact that I grew up in a 4 bedroom ranch house in Brookhaven. Oh well, no tiaras for me.