Who's on first?

In the respect when it comes to talking to people, perhaps that should be who starts the conversation first?

I believe either party has that right to call upon another person to start conversing.

Is there a protocol to it?

And when is it alright to let someone know that they went over the line?

Patronizing a person is never right, but when a person young enough to be your child tells you that they know that you are probably smart and I can see that you appear to be, but what are you doing with your life; what would you say to them? As I stared up at this young woman from my wheelchair with only one of my eyes actually seeing her and not even that clearly…

I almost started rattling off my resume! And foolishly I have posted it here, but it is in my about in my profile for all to see anyway…

“Over the thirty-two years I did work on and off I had been co-owner of three businesses, a wicker store in Toms River NJ, one restaurant in Ormond Beach FL and underground sprinkler business which was the second largest in NJ, plus I worked in promotion and advertising as well as being a district manager for an international environmentally safe products company, as a department and credit manager for Lord and Taylor’s in Ridgewood NJ, and a sales and floor manager for Ohrbachs in Paramus NJ. Not to mention nearly forty years on and off of working with non-profits as a volunteer. Almost any ill you can think of fund raising, as a board member, teaching classes, advocacy and co-president of support groups. Also with my husband with Boy Scouts when he was scouting coordinator for Ocean County NJ and assistant soccer coach and Fire Chief in NJ too. And if anyone was wondering I also had the privilege of visiting 40 US states and eight countries all before I married. And yes, I did study journalism while attending LIM and have also been published in the local newspaper with a by-line a few times, and a page in a local book. I had continued my venture into writing by also joining a writer's workshop and group and I must have forgotten my five murder mystery novellas that are always in need of heavy editing, The Misty Gable Mysteries. My blog was five years old on June 25. 2013!”

But restrained myself and just said that I am done. That should have been that I have done enough, my anger in life is tangible at times and not good for public consumption. I know ‘assuming’ comes to mind… Unfortunately I too have been guilty of that stupidity.

Or I should have said is that at this point in my life with being able to pay all my bills and having health insurance coverage and physicians to care for me as well as a loving husband who does most of the caring and so that I have the ability to do whatever I want to do or am able to do!

And that is not necessarily doing what others expect me to do!

Freedom of choice is a wonderful thing to have…and I do believe many of us try hard to earn it…and I was thrust into it, by not necessarily my own decision.

Stress less lives are hard to come by and even with all that I said many days do have a load of stress involved in them, due to physical trials or just dealing with life's daily  grind of things not always going how they should, but that is how life is! Life is good in spite of that!

I believe that without a wee bit of adversity to keep us on our toes, how would one know they were still alive?

It has a habit of getting the heart pumping.

Too smooth sailing gets boring too and who wants or needs that, really?

Assumptions are rare with people you just meet, especially when most don’t get you. I recall a time way back when in Key West when I had had a relapsing remitting experience although not yet diagnosed and we had a borrowed wheelchair back around 1996 or there about and went on vacation.

As Hubby pushed me around the area that we had been many times before that and after… People would talk to Hubby, but not to me, as if just being in a wheelchair meant you were mute and brain damaged, and in those days were before my enormous weight gain and my facial scars…so I was not a half bad looking wheel-chaired lady.

It was after that experience, quite a few years later in that writer’s workshop at the Cultural Center where I met my dear friend who passed away recently… She had us writing, weekly and one of my stories was about that strange to me experience, and I entitled it, “I’m still me”.

And aren’t we all just that when you get right down to it?

No matter why people see you differently inside we are who we have always been…can’t change us and people who think that they can are dismally disappointed.

Restraint is good I suspect, but I always think, these days what I coulda shoulda woulda said, sorry Judge Judy, not really, oh well!

I am just a wee bit slower with the comeback…

On that Alrighty now note of intent, allow me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages with you know who and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!