Many years ago a friend and I were out and about. As she was driving she ended up getting pulled over by the police. When they were done and we went about our business we started to talk. I'm not sure it might have been me or it was her but some questions came up in the conversation. They was "what would you do if your friend was involved in a police chase with you in the car and the police said put both hands out the window? How would you do that? would they shoot at you thinking you had a gun in your other hand?" First I'll probably be freaking out. Second I have no idea how that will go down. I would either try and tell them I only got one arm or I'm going to get shot at and if I die my family will sue them. I hope that situation will never happen but if it does what is there to do but put out the only one I got and keep shouting out the window I only got one arm? 

So its been awhile since the last blog. All is well here just a little crazy and busy. Plus I kept going back and forth on what topic to write about. It was between answering a question someone asked me or something I go through each and everyday.

   With that said lets get started:

"What is the very hardest thing you had to go through in your life?" ~Person A

Well this question is/was really hard for me to answer which is why it has taken me so long to answer. You see I have to many things to choose from and some of them I'm still going through. I guess some for me is or will be a daily struggle.

So as I was heading home tonight I had a chance to think about that question while on the train. It was a battle between dealing with daily glares and stares or fully and completely accepting who I am physically. I'm going to go with option #2 because option #1 still bothers me from time to time.


Today as I was getting ready My niece was following me around. She hasn't really seen me in a tank only (of course I had pants on) and with my hair up. So she was curious. She wasn't scared or anything just accepting. She would ask questions or just want to touch (which she did). She was totally fine and not freaked out or anything unlike some other family members. Which I won't give names.  Which I'm getting use too.

It just got me thinking what if EVERYBODY had faith like a child or should I say sometimes think like a child in terms of accepting others for who they are. Even if they never seen different in their lives. Even if they enter unfamiliar areas or don't know what they are seeing. I think thats why I LOVE working with kids so much. For they love NO MATTER what. They don't care about how you look. If you love them and treat them well they will love you back.

As Im writing this I'm starting to realize that maybe just maybe God has placed the desire to work with kids in me to help me accept my physical self. It has taken me 90% of my life to fully accept it and truly rely on Him.

I am okay if people don't accept me because they don't see people like me on a daily basis. Or never ever seen someone like me. It can be Uncomfortable because you don't really know what to say or do or even know how to go about starting a conversation. I truly do understand that for I feel the same way when I'm around "different" people sometimes. Its an unfamiliar area and its got to take you out of your comfort zone. I get it. But It just takes going out of your comfort zone and getting to know that person to realize they are just like you and go through the same struggles/ issues you do they just look different.


Thats it for now got to get up early :)