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It Could Be You ~ What Domestic Violence Actually Looks Like

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It has been some time since I posted here. I only post when I feel I need or want to. The subject must be important to me in order to want to share my thoughts with the few of you who may read this.   I am pretty sure that none of you know what exactly I do for work. Well, one small part of my job is redacting audio and video for the Police Department. Now that we have body cameras and a new recording system that small part of my job has increased. With that I now see and hear more than I ever did before. This week as I was redacting a case my gut hurt and I felt sick. I was listening to a woman tell officers all the reasons why her former partner would never follow through on threats to her life. All I could think about was Mary. All I could think about was all these excuses mean nothing when one event can end your life. One event that will forever change your friends and family’s life. One event that you never thought would really happen will destroy you and your loved one’s fore

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Quick fix. Everybody wants one. I am well aware that quick fixes don’t work. But what if you have been fighting for years and you just don’t want to fight anymore. What if you just want a small thing to go right so that you can see, even if just a little bit, the path ahead of you is starting to clear and the weeds and briar patches that you have fought through are a little less? I don’t think that is too much to ask. But, sometimes, it is. You just have to let go and but trust (WHAT!!!) in someone else and their plan. Not easy for this girl. The last time I really felt GrEaT was about 5 years ago. I was getting ready for Ironman Lake Placid, finally been diagnosed with Celiac and severe food allergies, and had lost about 34 pounds now that I wasn’t eating everything I was allergic too. I was weight lifting 2X a week, training with Kathy (someone I never thought I could keep up with) and had no stomach issues. 5….years …ago. It had taken a friend’s wife begging me to come see