I devoured a novel tonight. I don't do that often due to time stress and the inability to unwind. It also reminds me of my mother which is something I hate admitting. I remember stacks of books that lined her room. I could never understand how her and my dad reading in bed was considered quality time with one another. They didn't even say a word! Ah, but little did I know.... It was the perfect past time for two passionate intellectual thinkers. Well my mom more passionate my dad being more intellectual, but somehow the hobby suited them.
I remember shortly after I had Kasey, mom wasted no time introducing her to the magical world of books. Kasey learned what a bar code was early on because of books and when you think about it, it makes sense. Every book is different and from a child's perspective I am sure that is amplified. The one constant thing is this strange looking box with black lines numbers and letters. Its on every book and therefore must be important. She would read to her, whatever section she was in and Kasey would just sit and listen for hours. Did she love the sound of grammas voice? Her very animated narration of a otherwise boring story?? Was it just simply resting with Gramma, spending time? In retrospect, Kasey is really what brought us together in the end.....
anyways back to the story...
I LOVED this book. I am hesitant to say the title and author for fear it may confuse the issue. We will just say it is by a conservative. At any rate, We got this book for my daughter last Christmas. She has read it three times. I picked it up mid afternoon and finished around 9 pm. I see why now.
The premise is a young man who father has died, is left with his mother who is obviously struggling to make ends meet. The journey he embarks on is one that all of us can relate to. The story itself is told beautifully, the wording absolutely makes you feel as if you know him and feel his pain....
Kasey and I took a trip today. I had a ... people incident again. It seems I cant leave my house these days without hugging a sheer stranger by the time it all over with. I was rear ended not so long ago and while I should have been upset, I ended up hugging and consoling her. I cant go into details right now but there has been a odd series of events that has.... invaded my comfort zone.
I use to be a people person, but I was also a drama queen. All up in every ones business. I was also hurt alot, ripped off alot, lied to alot... I just don't like people so much these days. I figured out it was much easier to stay within my trusted group and keep to myself. Keep my nose out of other peoples lives and try not to give advice unless asked. Life is just easier that way.... But I have had to call 911 twice this year... today would have been the third time. I have only called 911 three times in my whole life and suddenly this year, I doubled my quota.
Pulling into a shopping lot I notice a older gentleman laying flat on the ground beside his passenger side. I didn't even park the car properly before Kasey was out the door to help him. Somehow I picked him up ( a grown man) and got him into his seat. The small dog had stopped barking. I asked if he knew where he was, how he got there, who he was with... he answered and someone got his wife from inside the store. He said he was dizzy and thank you for my help. I was scared for him. I knew he was a vet because he had a pow MIA jacket on. I left him in his wife's care, went about my business.
I got home and it took awhile to share what had happened with my husband. We had guests and I didn't want to start to explain it because it all made me feel strangely sad inside. Normally I call after events like that, but for some reason I was reluctant to re live the situation. I was able to put it out of my mind for a bit. When my back and neck and knees started to ache I remembered the events of the day and told babe.
I wont soon forget that strangers piercing blue eyes. He was as scared as I was. I also wonder if I will always feel this sad when I do something good to help someone.
