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| Earth Angels? ..... Angels come in may disguises. Most of us think they have wings, but that's not always true. This page is not only about angels, but they're a good place to start. Why not be an angel and vote for my site? Thank You. |
 I TRULY HAVE AN EARTH ANGEL  Almost 6 years ago, I went to a psychologist for an eating disorder. I was very nervous and very quiet. I had no insurance of any kind and I didn't know if I could go to her or not. All I knew about her was that she was the best from what I had heard. For the two hours I drove to get to see her, I was scared to death. She was ten minutes late and asked me to excuse her since she had spilled coke on her legs on her way to work. At least I knew she was down to earth, I thought. When she arrived back in her office she asked me, "Do you have insurance or do we need to talk about how much you can pay?" I looked down and said, "No, I don't have insurance, but I'll do what ever it takes to pay you." Her name is Tammy. She looked at me and said, "My usual fee is $95.00 an hour. Can you pay me $20.00 an hour?" I was so relieved, as I replied, "Yes I can." I knew it would mean picking up an extra job but I was willing to do it because I needed her help. Then once the interview began, I started to become even more nervous than before. It was then that she told me, "Lisa, I'm not only going to be your therapist I'm going to be your best friend." She started asking questions all about my anorexia and bulimia. I had no problem talking about that subject because at that time it had been my life for 6 years. She then ask me to look at her. I looked up and saw that she had soft sparkling blue eyes and a kind gentle face. "How many people have sexually abused you?" I looked down at the floor because there was nothing there but pure hurt and shame. I said, "One that I know of." I was surprised she ask me that question and wondered how she knew. At that time I knew I could relax because I told her what I feared worst. At the end of the session she ask me if she could give me a hug. I agreed, for I needed one really bad. Six years later I write to tell you that this wonderful person has helped me change my life. When we deal with abuse she mothers me as she would her own. When I lack courage and think I have no strength, she kicks my butt and tells me I can. I started seeing her when I was 23. I'll be 29 next week, and you wouldn't even know that I was the same person now who at 23 first stepped foot in her office. I love her dearly and always will. She was the mother to me that my mom could not be. I sometimes had to stay after a session because I was too upset to drive. She would take the blanket and pillows and me and tuck me in neatly in another office. I know she loves me and she believes in me as well. I've had surgery twice since I've been seeing Tammy. Knowing how afraid I am she has held my hand at the hospital until I went through the doors of the operating room. I truly believe she isn't only an angel for me but for a lot of others that can't seem to find their way as well. I'm just like any other client to her and that's what makes her an angel on earth. I'm special - just like all the others. She does whatever she can for all of the others as well. I used to dream of her being my mom. Now I love the mom I've got for who she is and I thank Tammy for being the mom mine could not be. Tammy is a hero to me. Step by step walked me through flash backs. Step by step she helps me walk through a normal life. I guess one year ago I realized she would always be a part of me. I was so afraid of having neurosurgery. She, of course, was there along with my real mom. I asked her to make sure I didn't say anything rude to my mother while under heavy sedation. Sometimes that happens. I guess I wouldn't let my mother kiss me before surgery and of course, she felt hurt. But Tammy was there for her too. That night I woke up briefly looking to my right, I knew something was wrong. The nurse was talking to my mother and telling her what was wrong with me. I was so scared and do you know who I wanted? It wasn't Tammy I wanted, It was my mother! Tammy had taught me that it was OK to want my mom, no matter what wrong had been done. My mom is my angel too. Even though she has undoubtedly hurt me in many ways, I learned to forgive. Tammy has taught me I don't need to be afraid to ask for her. They almost lost me three times after surgery. My mom was there to kiss me good-bye if she needed to. And that's who I wanted there to do that. My heart is so much lighter and my soul so much brighter already now. I'll probably be with Tammy two more years, but I'll always know she is within my heart. I catch myself asking "what would Tammy do?", all the time. I'm far from recovered but I am recovering. It's a long process but I know I have an angel to see me through. Even if something happens to either of them, Tammy or my mother, I'll know always along with my grandmother and my aunt I'll never be alone. Tributes go to Tammy I think. She says they go to me for doing all the hard work I've done to become who I am. She is truly God sent. ***** I agreed to publish Lisa's story as long as she agreed that I not include her Email address or screen (user) name. I was against it at first because it contains so many personal and very intimate details of her life but she insisted that she wanted to make her story public so that it might help other people struggling with difficult problems. She felt they would feel encouraged and it would give them hope. I would like to tell Lisa now, and anyone who's reading this, that she is indeed an Earth Angel. Lisa is still in treatment and yet she is willing to expose herself and her struggles in an effort to help others. The reason I refused to print her Email address is that I felt a need to protect her from anyone who might try to use her revelations to try to hurt her in some way. Unfortunately, not everyone in the world is nice. It took a lot of courage for her to write and tell me her story. I didn't know her and yet, she trusted me, a perfect (or not so perfect) stranger in her determination to try to help others. If you would like to write to Lisa with your comments, encouragement or for any other reason, please feel free to send your letters for her to me at KisSoSoft@aol.com I will forward them to her immediately. I've asked her to discuss this with Tammy so that she will feel more at ease with my decision. I absolutely would not want to do anything that would jeopardize this wonderful, caring, loving young woman's total and complete recovery, and for that reason, I felt the need to protect her identity from any possibility that anyone might say or do something that might harm her, or jeopardize or delay her recovery in any way. Lisa deserves as much tribute as does Tammy. While I didn't know her, or anything about her before I received her letter, I am so incredibly proud of her. She is truly a remarkable young woman and I know she will win her battle and make a total and complete recovery. I would also like to thank her for placing her trust in me. I think we should all join in praying for her and to thank God for sending us this brave Earth Angel. It's people like Lisa who make all the hard work involved in publishing a website worthwhile. Thank you Lisa. LITTLE ACTS OF KINDNESS Spread cracked corn or bread for the birds. Paint flowers on the envelopes you mail. MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.' "I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. PICKUP IN THE RAIN One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her - generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxi cab. She seemed to be in a big hurry! She wrote down his address, thanked him and drove away. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes but my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole ALWAYS REMEMBER THOSE WHO SERVE In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" the boy asked? "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. "How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she said brusquely. The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - her tip. THE OBSTACLES IN OUR PATHS In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many others never understand. Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition. GIVING BLOOD Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save Liz." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood.  If you have an interesting, thought provoking story you'd like to share and would like me to consider printing on my website, please Email me at KisSoSoft@aol.com Thank you. Please visit my site often as it's constantly being updated. Please sign my guesbook and also please vote for my site. Boy, I do ask for a lot, huh? Most of us who create and maintain websites do so for many reasons. The only way we know if you like what you see and read is by your votes or when we get feedback either in Email or in our Guest Books. It's helpful when I get your input, feedback, suggestions and comments. Please let me know what you think of my site. Be a Lovin' Angel and vote for my site or write to me at KisSoSoft@aol.com Thank you. HELP FOR ABUSED CHILDREN    This site deals mostly with child abuse, but it is about all kinds of abuse and contains invaluable information and resources for children and people who deal with children. Please bookmark this site and pass it on to your friends. Verbal Abuse http://www.geocities.com/Wellesley/8301/vabuse.html |
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