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Another Day Another Confusing Dream

Today I am thankful for more insight from a nurse. 

She spoke about ministry and how she helped people find their faith in desperate times of distress. 

I thought about her story as I fell asleep. 

This morning there was another ice dream. 

Sort of - 

I was in the same place. 

There was writing. 

There was no ice, 

only writing in the sky. 

The writing was so quick and fast paced that the letters seemed to pile up on each other. 

I could make out the words 

 "call ?" 

"visit ?" 

"noon" 

"tomorrow" 

I awaken wondering what I forgot to put on my calendar

and where I'm supposed to be. 

I'll figure it out tomorrow afternoon.

This ought to be interesting. 

The nurse helped me to feel better about my guilt of buying stuff for the homeless, donations for the facility in which I work and the sneaky gifts that show up for my coworkers on their birthdays from the staff (which I hope she doesn't know I have anything to do with that.) 

This nurse used to do the exact same thing when we worked together at a different facility.  I thought it was a company tradition and wanted to keep it going.*

It took about twelve hours but by morning I finally realize why she does what she does. 

Every person is a gift from the divine and, as such, they are to be celebrated. 

I am incredibly lucky to have been surrounded by living angels while on this plane of existence. 

Someone once told me to write a story about my life due to the alleged trauma.  To me, it really wasn't all that traumatic.  I have been surrounded by beautiful, kind souls my entire life from the Spanish speaking janitor at school who lived next door and made sure my sister and I were safe, to the people at the Baptist church who would give bread to my mother in exchange for taking my sister and I to camp for a weekend to avoid the abuse, the teacher who drove me from my foster home to school every day so I didn't go to a rough school, they adorable boy who bought me vitamins and protein powder so I didn't die of anorexia, the gay man who co-signed an apartment for me and insisted that I finish high school, the homeless people who helped me navigate a tough part of town when I was young and naïve, the guy who gave me money to use the payphone after I was assaulted and so many more. I could go on forever but there are so many beautiful souls and acts of kindness.  

One thing is for sure angels abound. 

They make the bad times much easier to endure.  

Children learn what they live.  Perhaps that is why I am so keen to pay it forward.  

Maybe it is just because I owe so much to the world. 

May you be so lucky,

S. 

 *I think people are realizing are from me....I put a jar stuffed with money and gift cards in the cabinet at work and tell the boss and colleagues that those are contributions towards celebratory gifts/cards for staff.  I've noticed that other people are beginning to fill the jar on their own.  I'll never touch that money but someone will eventually need it.  When I was hired I promised the interviewer that I would celebrate each birthday/special event.  The interviewer now works for the governing body over rehab centers but I'm a person of my word.  The work they do is soul crushing and draining.  It's good to lift them up. 

They may need a bigger jar. :) 

Next Day Edit: 

It turned out to be a noon meeting with a lawyer. 

How funny is that? 

Edit two days later: 


Well - I did have unexpected visitors as I headed out the door on Tuesday afternoon.  Good thing I cleaned the house! 

Maybe dreams are useful. 

((( hugs ))) 

S. 

Hugs, 

S. 


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