defining moments

[Guest]

I was 14.

Sittin gin my mother's classroom, listening to a tape of Bach's brandenburg concertos, and one of the other teachers came in.

Teacher: "When will your Mom be back?"
Me: "I'm not sure, I haven't seen her since school let out."
Teacher: "THen why are you listening to her music?"
Me: "No this is my music."

She looked like I just smacked her with a trout. Then she shook her head and walked away. I knew then I was a very different being in this world, and I kind of liked it.

i love u

 

[Recidiva]

When my daughter was born, she was in the ICU for eight weeks. At birth she had a 1% chance of living. There was one night the nurse told me she wouldn't live until the morning. I stayed at her bedside whenever I could, whenever I had to leave her, her health worsened.

After she had gotten through the hardest part of her crisis, she had been on IVs and nasogastric nutrition for so long that she didn't know how to eat. She kept spitting up and never got hungry. It was the last hurdle to let me take her home with me. They recommended a PEG tube, a surgical procedure I thought was unnecessary. A hole punched directly to her stomach. I wanted her to get hungry. Asked them to stop feeding her around the clock, let her learn. I had conferences, but the doctors wouldn't allow this, "Her blood sugar will drop, we can't let this happen." I said I'd sign any waiver they wanted, but they wouldn't hear of it.

I was intensely frustrated, feeling they'd saved her life, but now were trying to compromise her health by not letting nature take her course to allow her to learn to eat.

So I lied, and then I set about letting her get hungry. Stayed at her side and "fed" her, while pouring out the food. If she spit up anything, I didn't report it. About twelve hours after no food, she started to eat. It was a "miracle" according to the staff.

Turns out one of the nurses was paying very close attention. A few months after I took my daughter home, she called me, and told me the nurses were letting kids get hungry before they attempt invasive surgery that causes infection.

Healing and intuition, and the will to do what I feel is right, despite the risks or opposition, is part of what defines me.

 

[rgraham666]

In Grade 4, the principal of my school called my mom and I in for a 'conference'.

In it he told my mom that I was 'uneducable' and was transferring me to the stream of 'slow' students.

It was then I realised that my gifts generally didn't impinge on the awareness of most people.

To let you know, my mom told the principal, "No fucking way!"

 

[Guest]

When my daughter was born, she was in the ICU for eight weeks. At birth she had a 1% chance of living. There was one night the nurse told me she wouldn't live until the morning. I stayed at her bedside whenever I could, whenever I had to leave her, her health worsened.

After she had gotten through the hardest part of her crisis, she had been on IVs and nasogastric nutrition for so long that she didn't know how to eat. She kept spitting up and never got hungry. It was the last hurdle to let me take her home with me. They recommended a PEG tube, a surgical procedure I thought was unnecessary. A hole punched directly to her stomach. I wanted her to get hungry. Asked them to stop feeding her around the clock, let her learn. I had conferences, but the doctors wouldn't allow this, "Her blood sugar will drop, we can't let this happen." I said I'd sign any waiver they wanted, but they wouldn't hear of it.

I was intensely frustrated, feeling they'd saved her life, but now were trying to compromise her health by not letting nature take her course to allow her to learn to eat.

So I lied, and then I set about letting her get hungry. Stayed at her side and "fed" her, while pouring out the food. If she spit up anything, I didn't report it. About twelve hours after no food, she started to eat. It was a "miracle" according to the staff.

Turns out one of the nurses was paying very close attention. A few months after I took my daughter home, she called me, and told me the nurses were letting kids get hungry before they attempt invasive surgery that causes infection.

Healing and intuition, and the will to do what I feel is right, despite the risks or opposition, is part of what defines me.

wow.......

 

[lil_elvis]

In Grade 4, the principal of my school called my mom and I in for a 'conference'.

In it he told my mom that I was 'uneducable' and was transferring me to the stream of 'slow' students.

It was then I realised that my gifts generally didn't impinge on the awareness of most people.

To let you know, my mom told the principal, "No fucking way!"

Go mom!

 

[rgraham666]

Go mom!

She was the only person on my side growing up.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Morning, Fem-Love

Defining Moments...

My cousin, Steven, always though I was a little "off" and probably right. Steven is an X Pro Football player. I always thought he was so tough and strong.

My elder sister died a couple years ago and her request was to be cremated. This was done and on the appointed day she was placed in her niche my Steven showed up along with the rest of the guests. I found him wandering around the funeral home as I picked up my sister's urn. Urn doesn't quite describe it. It was custom made, cubical, and wrapped in red silk with a black ribbon.

Steven and I got into my car and went to the place of intermnent. As we got in I handed him the urn and said, "Hold this." He took it.

When we got to the mosoleum I opened the car door and took the urn back. My younger sister saw me and yelled out, "There's Jenn with Alyce." Steven got out of the car, looked at me and said, "That was her?" and fainted there beside the car.

That was the day I found out I was much tougher than him.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Morning, Fem-Love

Defining Moments...

My cousin, Steven, always though I was a little "off" and probably right. Steven is an X Pro Football player. I always thought he was so tough and strong.

My elder sister died a couple years ago and her request was to be cremated. This was done and on the appointed day she was placed in her niche my Steven showed up along with the rest of the guests. I found him wandering around the funeral home as I picked up my sister's urn. Urn doesn't quite describe it. It was custom made, cubical, and wrapped in red silk with a black ribbon.

Steven and I got into my car and went to the place of intermnent. As we got in I handed him the urn and said, "Hold this." He took it.

When we got to the mosoleum I opened the car door and took the urn back. My younger sister saw me and yelled out, "There's Jenn with Alyce." Steven got out of the car, looked at me and said, "That was her?" and fainted there beside the car.

That was the day I found out I was much tougher than him.

you rock jen, and that urn sounds wonderfully elegant.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

you rock jen, and that urn sounds wonderfully elegant.

It was. It was my last present to my elder sister. She had a hard life and died at my age. I miss her a lot.

 

[scheherazade_79]

It was. It was my last present to my elder sister. She had a hard life and died at my age. I miss her a lot.

Hugs

 

[SophiaY]

1. Finding a banjo among the bric-a-brac in my Aunt’s attic. I was seven.
2. Making out with the “best kisser” in my school – the last time I kissed a guy. I was 15
3. Reading Mademoiselle de Maupin in French, and shivering through each page. I was 20