Restrooms and life

I believe the circumstances and events in one's life helps to make that person. No wonder I am such a neurotic mess. Remember I mentioned that I happened to be in the restroom when I experienced my first earthquake. Well, I always seem to be in the restroom when something dramatic happens. I was visiting my friend and had to use the restroom. While in the restroom, the UPS guy came to her house to drop off a package. She had this horrible small hill in her driveway which you had to come down to get to her house. Being that we live in an area of snow and ice...yep, you guessed it. The poor UPS guy parked his truck on the hill, proceeded to the front door and when answered was told his truck was sliding down the driveway, right into the house. Thump, kah-boom, crash.....all the while I am in the restroom. I don't think I'll ever feel right using the restroom without wondering what else is going to happen. My friend got a new garage door and some remodeling of her house. Whew boy! I am really beginning to think one day that dream, ummmm, nightmare is going to happen. You know, the Jackie Chan one...

More stories....I have even more stories involving restrooms. But then I think, dignity, where's your dignity? Acccckkk!!!!! Talking about the restroom with all the world to see that is so not me. Besides some of these stories are really not mine to tell but are part of a family's time during hard times. Like facing a loved one who has cancer and basically, the person is not their self. Is it fair to share those items? I remember I wrote a short story telling of such because at the time I found it quite baffling that we could be crying and the next minute, laughing. It truly was, as Dickens would say, the best of times and the worst of times.

So do I tell about Dad and his pot. Will Mom ever speak to me again if I do so? Nah, I think I'll just reminisce with my family on this one.

Speaking of which, what of people who do good deeds. I have experienced the goodness of people and always wondered how I could let those people know that they really helped someone in a hard place. I was on my way home, to where I was born, from my home where I now live. I had been given the call, if you want Dad to see his grandson, you need to come now. So I was traveling with a three-year-old and a six-month-old who weighed so much he couldn't sit up by himself. The airline was not good. But, while trying to get to my connecting flight, this gentleman took time out from his trip to help me get to my gate. He took the bags while I held my daughter's hand and toted my son. I stepped on the edge of my son's baby blanket, slipped and fell flat on my back. He was so very kind as to help me up. I made the plane with a few minutes to spare, just a few. I don't think I would have done so on my own. I also think I was probably in a full blown panic attack without knowing it. But I thank God for those people who do good deeds because there have been some in my life and they are truly angels doing God's work. My daughter still has the spotted, stuffed puppydog that one lady gave her, helping her during a hard time on a flight.