Niagara Gazette — And, since never having answered me before, this “grateful-regardless” thought process, changed both my grief-filled doldrums and genuine destiny allowing me to spiritually harvest also this sacredly written work!
Yet, this journey did not come without some real hitches and glitches. Where foremost, as a single mom now working two jobs amongst doing cartwheels just to keep us afloat — I felt increasingly like ever completing “this book’s calling” was caught somewhere between, who I forcibly was and where I aimed to be. Though incredibly here, no matter what “hailstorms and heartaches” I was going through — I would still be “awakened” in the overnights to continue on with this cherished cause.
Next, even as I recalled how my Grandfather would always say: “Missy, you’ve been born gifted,” the real reality remained now in neon lights that amongst all my life lessons and “lucky charms” surely God was guiding my hand!
Here is an excerpt from my book “Life Is How YOU Look At It”:
Foremost though, my favorite nickname story has deeply touched my heart. About, seven years ago, I befriended an awesome single mom I’ll simply call “Laurel.” In the midst of both our casual and colorful discussions, she also shared the fact of being a successful cancer survivor. Her life appeared on the upswing now, with the worst of her battle-scars seemingly behind her as evidenced by a flowing head of long, red hair framing a smile that spoke volumes! Remarkably too, Laurel was becoming a first-time bride next spring, complete with a faithful father figure for her 9-year-old son to savor. Yet, her long-term plan was abruptly halted when it was discovered that her cancer had returned. This time, it wreaked havoc upon her once healthy lymph nodes, allowing her non-suspecting doctors to approximate less than a year to live. Meanwhile, something drastically different developed. Laurel became determined to make her final months count, by not focusing on all she might miss out on; but by freely celebrating the miracles contained within the precious present! And, as the days wore on she appeared so angelic. Due to a stream of radiation treatments, her mane-like tresses had been replaced by a much shorter cut that was thickly sprayed to both stick up and look stylish. At this challenging countdown, it was so much easier to capture the beauty in her tell-tale eyes, as no longer clouded by the thickness of long hair once covering the contours of her cheeks. Above all, she exuded a renewed freshness and contagious inner peace, amidst a real trooper readiness to accept her approaching fate. It was here that I could only hope to handle the “winding down of my own fragile hourglass” with such frontline finesse – should I too, find myself with only months to live, children to care for and lots of dreams derailed. Luckily, this gut-wrenching moment was THE wake-up call I needed to begin my metamorphosis into the woman I was born to be! Besides (as my intuition whispered), who says these situations will always happen to someone else? Then suddenly, from this mind-blowing thought appeared childhood flickers of being born on Mickey Mouse’s birthday, dragging around a doll named “Susie”, carefully collecting Cinderella memorabilia and forever-honoring the sight of recurrent “rainbow messages” in my once tourist-swamped hometown. Yet, these precious tapestry threads were not much to go on to manifest also (as Poppy believed) that pre-conceived mission of me…Insightfully too, I knew I was entering a whole new dimension in life, and by simply letting those “scattered dominoes” just fall as they please, God would send me whomever I would need to succeed!