P H O T O O F T H E D A Y
MAY 10, 2010
If you haven't picked up on it yet, I am a true believer of signs. Everything happens for a reason. The people in your life are there for a reason. Some people will come and some people will go. The duration always varies.
I met a guy last summer in the emergency room at South Pointe Hospital shortly after the first of June. I remember the whole situation as if it happened yesterday. This is no romance.
I was at the Lodi Outlet mall just wasting time and getting some me time in, as I walked into the very first store my mom calls and says can you come pick me up, I have really bad stomach pains. I thought nothing of it, not five minutes away from her work, I get this message, "Lesley, you might want to call an ambulance your mom is severe pain and is laying on the floor of your dad's office." Every emotion ran through my head. What do I do? Who do I call? What is wrong with my mom? Is she dying? I can't lose her too! Every thought, every action, every emotion ran through my mind. As I got there, the ambulance was in the parking lot. I could not tell you how bad I was shaking or the amount of worry that ran through my head.
This is my mom I thought. I ran into her work to find her in pain and laying on the floor. Not exactly something I wanted to see. They finally got her in the ambulance and took her to the hospital. [No we didn't run any lights and the sirens weren't on. Tell her she needs a refund on her ambulance bill!]
Before she got admitted to her room, the emergency room was like rush hour traffic. There were so many people in there that not everyone got their own room. As, I walked around waiting to hear answers about what was going on, I saw this guy who got my attention. He was about 6 foot, glasses, well put together and was about my age.
After 4 days, my mom got moved. To my surprise this guy's mom was two doors down from my mom. One day he came in and introduced himself. His name was Jeff.
Two days later, I went to go ask Jeff, if he would like to go get dinner with me to get our minds off such a serious matter. He was gone and the room was cleared. I knew what happened.
I tried to find him on facebook, but with a common name it is almost near impossible to find someone online. I did this is in the non-creeperish way -- if possible. I lost hope and kept praying that everything with him and his family would be okay.
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Nearly a year later, I found him. I was standing watching Winslow play at the Scene Tasteful Affair and I turned to a friend and said I think I met him in the ER last summer. I am pretty sure she thought I had been doing some heavy drugs. We ended up getting reintroduced through another friend.
I gave a long intro before I told him my name. I am pretty sure he thought I had been smoking some kind of crazy drug and then said wasn't your hair lighter last summer. I nodded my head and said it was red. He then confirmed everything I thought and knew. And from that moment, I was frozen.
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That night I realized more than I normally do, that I am absolutely blessed to have my mom in my life. We may argue and nag each other, but if I didn't have that I would be lost. We find ourselves funnier than other people do and usually have a good time.
Also, that night I found so much more. I found a sense of who I was. People say I look like her, but I beg to differ, but in a good way. We have been called sisters and even twins -- and I am okay with that. She says lucky for me, not so lucky for you. But I say I am pretty damn lucky.
I see so much of her in me. As I get older, I hope I can be a mom just like her. As she reads this she will say you will be a better mom, but I don't know. I highly doubt it.
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As mother's day passed, remember your mom every day just not once or twice a year. She is your mother -- dead or alive. She brought you up and sure can take you out. If she is deceased, go visit her grave stone and leave her a flower. If she is alive, thank her, hug her, or even cook her dinner.
A few short moments of your time could change her world. She will appreciate it.
Love you, mom!
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Remember, I can make ugly pretty!
Lesley
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Wow, I love this! You're so awesome!
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