Kevin J Hotter

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My husband and I had the pleasure of meeting and attending this young man’s comedic performance! He rocked the house people! You must go see him if you get the chance. Awesome job Kevin!!

Remember That Women and Men Are More Alike Than Different

I couldn’t agree more!

B. Due

Woman and Man

Today’s Challenge: Remember that women and men are more alike than different–we want the same things.

We want to feel important.

We want to be appreciated.

We want to know we are valuable.

We want to love.

We want to be loved.

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What Women Don’t Know About Getting (and Keeping) a Man

Screen Shot 2015-08-15 at 10.02.30 PMThis book is very well written with a lot of humor in her stories. I dare all women to read this! You’ll thank me, really!

You can find the author on Twitter @LisaVProulx

Dear Diary

This week’s been an eye-opener plus an emotional roller coaster for me.  I just learned three people have cancer, all in various stages. Another friend had a heart attack just before his 50th birthday. I keep getting signs from a certain someone who’s passed, which can annoy me. To top it off, I feel at my wit’s ends on a weekly basis! How’s that for patience,  healing and serenity! Lord, help me.

Better yet, Calgon, take me away!

Gratitude & Healing

I wrote this very short poem as a dedication to those Guardian angels, specifically to one, who watched over my husband and kept him safe the other day after his accident. I was told by a very special person who they were and what they did. I had expected and was not surprised to learn of the one, but when told the other, I honestly was not too pleased to learn of.  As difficult as it will be for me, I know deep in my heart I have to learn to accept that she was a blessing, and is still a blessing as she continues to watch over him.

Thanks for stopping by, and enjoy . . .


Not just one, but two

Guardian angels

My gratitude to you

I know who you are

Always watching over him

From near and afar

I did my share of cleansing

Allowing pure light in

Considered now a blessing

Healing souls can begin


You may want to read my post “Blackout”

Blackout

I received a text message from my husband at 4:30 a.m., the normal time he arrives at work, stating he had a good story to tell me when he got home.  I replied back to just tell me now since I was awake.  He then replied back that he couldn’t at the moment.  I figured it had something to do with work and understood I’d have to wait.  Over the years, I’ve grown accustom to him building up the suspense of a story he needs to share with me, which he always saves for “later”.

Fast forward to him arriving home.  He showed me two, nickel-sized abrasions on his left, outer knee.  Then proceeded to show me another nickel-sized abrasion on his left shoulder.  Wide-eyed, I first assumed it happened during work.  He told me it happened on the freeway while on the way to work.  Per his recollection, he was basically driving alone on the freeway while on his motorcycle.  YES, I said motorcycle.  During his commute, he started to feel light-headed, as if he were going to pass out.  He decided he’d better get off the next exit for safety purposes.

He made it from the carpool lane to the furthest right lane   . . . .   and that’s all he remembered.

When he came to, he was laying on his left side in the middle of that furthest right lane.  He stood up and moved to the side of the freeway.  He looked around and didn’t see his motorcycle, and thought, “where’s my motorcycle?”.  He looked around more, and there it was, down the freeway offramp, about one hundred yards away, on its left side with its left blinker on.  He walked over to it and picked it up.  Eventually, Highway Patrol saw him and assisted him.  He said they were very nice.  He didn’t recall anything after making it over to the right lane.  He obviously blacked out, fell off his motorcycle onto his left side and then skidded.  They did their normal questioning and assessment, then let him on his way.  He had sense enough and stopped at the nearest fuel station/convenient market, drank a Gatorade and ate a sandwich.

He said the feeling was very similar to when he had a couple of blackout spells during grade school.  That was the last time he’d even experienced any.  He attributes this particular incident to possibly being dehydrated.  He recognized he hasn’t been drinking enough water.  Good thing he’s already scheduled for his complete physical exam this upcoming week.

I held back my tears, gave him a big hug and said I was just glad he was okay.  His motorcycle has minor damage, he’ll need a new helmet and jacket.  I told him I’d said a prayer for him as he’d rode off to work that morning.  I truly believe he had guardian angels watching over him.  He agreed.

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(The jacket showing the left side shoulder area)

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