A friend wrote to ask whatever happened to the blog....
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I left Afghanistan in March. One night I was sleeping, dreaming of home and thinking that I was in my comfy queen sized bed, and I rolled over. Plunk! Right on the floor. Thankfully my duffle bag was there, but my bad leg, complete with a bad knee, landed on the floor. It swelled a bit, but not enough to hamper any activity- ( nothing keeps me down). The next day, we were moved to employee land, close to my area of work- yippee! As they were assigning top bunks, mean little " I know everything girl" took that opportunity to tell our superior (her boyfriend), that I had fallen out of my bed. I thought it was a ploy to get rid of me since I had walked into the spare abandoned clinic building the night before, (hey, there's a useable phone there!) and found her and the boss doing the hokey pokey- oops! The boss decides to take me to someone with real power who states that I'm not fit for duty due to rolling out of bed...what a crock! HR gave me the option to demob, ( leave on my own/ quit) which I ended up doing. No muss, no fuss. And I am so thrilled to be going home to my new little grandson!
Funny thing happened after I left, the girl ended up filing a sexual harassment on the boyfriend (who she pre- knew from back in her hometown of Wyoming). She ran away to Afghanistan after being left at the alter...it was all the scandal in orientation. Manipulative witch is one thing that comes to mind about her. All you can do is pray for people like that and stay out of their way.
So I'm home! When I returned the last time, I immediately went into counseling. Post traumatic stress syndrome is what it's called. I figured that would be a step in the right direction after I dove under the bed one night while asleep. I heard a loud noise/ thunder/ backfire- who knows. But, I thought we were under attack. I was also having a difficult time piecing my life back together, so off to someone who specializes in this kind of thing. He was wonderful and in no time I was new again. Back to church and serving and socializing. I again went the second time on my return...I was so angry. But a month later, I was back and with a new job- in a factory...one of the big three, of all places.
So I have new adventures coming up. My RN test is next month with plans to far off lands to follow. In the meantime, this factory thing is rip roaring hilarious and I may write about it from time to time. It's good to be home!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
On my way...
So I had a delay at Detroit and got in at 11PM for the wonderful news that I would have a roommate...except she hadn't gotten in. All night and every creeping noise startled me awake. She never showed. Maybe tonight they tell me... just to keep me on my toes and without sleep. That's OK, I slept in class and woke just in time to hear that we are on probation and could still be sent home. I winked...I think the teacher gave me a pass. I know that she told the head honcho, for when he came for his lecture he spoke as if it was to me only. Thankfully he was fascinating and I passed on shut eye for the time being.
The hotel is a brand name and very nice. The crew is rip roaring fun at all times. For instance, the guys drank for hours, then ran to their individual rooms for their wheeled desk chairs to race them up and down the corridors and through the lobby. It looked like so much fun. But, you know what they say, " It's all fun and games until someone is sent home with a cancelled contract."
Next night, my roommate arrived at the weirdest hour. She was unexpected, as I was told minutes earlier that I would not get a roommate. I had my clothes all over and hogged the sink with my toiletries...I was super embarrassed. It was with the greatest delight to see that she was my age. I feared I would be put in with some 20 something that stayed up all night, but no. Georgia is wonderful! Now I have a buddy to pal around with.
On my flight from Detroit to S.C, I met the most wonderful women. Her pastor husband has spoken in a Michigan church and they were returning home. We exchanged numbers and she came for me and Georgia to take us to the church women's conference on Saturday and church on Sunday. I must say, the last time I was in S.C I was polited to death. Not so this time. Faith Baptist in Taylors, S.C was wonderful! But, i always have a story...The man I sat next to looked as if he smelled something bad when looking my way. Then in front of the whole church sweet Merdith (who was good enough to escort us) introduced us to the 500 or so congregation. She briefly stated how I came to be at the church (me in combat wear for that's all I had to wear), and how we were on our way to Afghanistan. The nose guy changed before my very eyes. He stated how he was former military and thanked me for serving. His buddy was a former Michiganian ( from Ann Arbor) who brought me to tears with memories.
Strange ways and paths unknown to guide us each day. I thank the Lord for being with me each step of the way.
The hotel is a brand name and very nice. The crew is rip roaring fun at all times. For instance, the guys drank for hours, then ran to their individual rooms for their wheeled desk chairs to race them up and down the corridors and through the lobby. It looked like so much fun. But, you know what they say, " It's all fun and games until someone is sent home with a cancelled contract."
Next night, my roommate arrived at the weirdest hour. She was unexpected, as I was told minutes earlier that I would not get a roommate. I had my clothes all over and hogged the sink with my toiletries...I was super embarrassed. It was with the greatest delight to see that she was my age. I feared I would be put in with some 20 something that stayed up all night, but no. Georgia is wonderful! Now I have a buddy to pal around with.
On my flight from Detroit to S.C, I met the most wonderful women. Her pastor husband has spoken in a Michigan church and they were returning home. We exchanged numbers and she came for me and Georgia to take us to the church women's conference on Saturday and church on Sunday. I must say, the last time I was in S.C I was polited to death. Not so this time. Faith Baptist in Taylors, S.C was wonderful! But, i always have a story...The man I sat next to looked as if he smelled something bad when looking my way. Then in front of the whole church sweet Merdith (who was good enough to escort us) introduced us to the 500 or so congregation. She briefly stated how I came to be at the church (me in combat wear for that's all I had to wear), and how we were on our way to Afghanistan. The nose guy changed before my very eyes. He stated how he was former military and thanked me for serving. His buddy was a former Michiganian ( from Ann Arbor) who brought me to tears with memories.
Strange ways and paths unknown to guide us each day. I thank the Lord for being with me each step of the way.
I'm going!!!
It's countdown time. Yes, once again I am going...my path has been directed to go
back to the sandbox. I believe this time it's the Lord will and though I did not
want to go...and I admit that I argue about everything with everyone, I am not one
to argue with the big guy!
I was called by the company with an immediate offer. I had thought that I would
start looking for a job in a few weeks...but when they called and it was in my
face, I asked the recruiter to send the contract... I was going to think about
it. I simply looked at it, closed it out of my email, when I happened upon my
Bible verse of the day, Jeremiah 29:11- For I know the plans that I have for you,
says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope
and a future.
And if that wasn't enough to make me scream uncle and sign the contract, the
verses that came my way for weeks after would have done it. Like: How long will
you waver? I am the Lord your God, follow me. (Psalms 29:18- I think). And verses
on, "my peace I give you", "do not fear", "I am always with you"...how much can a
girl take...actually all of it for I am going back to the land where they hate us
and we loving attempt to better lives. Fortunately, I listened the first time and
signed. I will go to support and offer hope to those who have none, comfort
when needed and the word of God always. Wish me prayers, hope and God's
love.
back to the sandbox. I believe this time it's the Lord will and though I did not
want to go...and I admit that I argue about everything with everyone, I am not one
to argue with the big guy!
I was called by the company with an immediate offer. I had thought that I would
start looking for a job in a few weeks...but when they called and it was in my
face, I asked the recruiter to send the contract... I was going to think about
it. I simply looked at it, closed it out of my email, when I happened upon my
Bible verse of the day, Jeremiah 29:11- For I know the plans that I have for you,
says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope
and a future.
And if that wasn't enough to make me scream uncle and sign the contract, the
verses that came my way for weeks after would have done it. Like: How long will
you waver? I am the Lord your God, follow me. (Psalms 29:18- I think). And verses
on, "my peace I give you", "do not fear", "I am always with you"...how much can a
girl take...actually all of it for I am going back to the land where they hate us
and we loving attempt to better lives. Fortunately, I listened the first time and
signed. I will go to support and offer hope to those who have none, comfort
when needed and the word of God always. Wish me prayers, hope and God's
love.
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