I must tell you about something amazing that may be happening in Reading, England later this year. And I DO NOT apologize for my enthusiasm about this wonderful opportunity which may become a reality for the young teens of this area. You see, back in Pittsburgh at Christ Church at Grove Farm (CCGF), I went to a meeting about a Christian volunteer service for young women who have children. The program is called YoungLives, which brings Christian mentors to young teens who have (or are going to have) children of their own for whom to care. The mentors are all different ages; some who have children and some who do not, but all who have a passion for young teens and their children.
I have already told you about the fact that Reading Borough has the highest teenage pregnancy rate in the whole UK, and for that matter, the entire Eurpoean Union. An extremely sad label for this area. Since there are not many resources for these young teen women, I contacted some friends at CCGF who run the YoungLives program there to see if there was something I could do for these women. They put me in contact with the Missionwide YoungLives Director out in San Diego, Jen Byard, who contacted me via email. She informed me that they do not have any international programs; HOWEVER, they are currently in the process of looking to start one internationally. Well, God intervened with His glorious timing on this idea!!! I said that I would love to see this well-established program begin in the Reading area, and would help in any way I can. Folks, I think this will actually become a reality -- God willing!!!
Can you believe that I could begin a Christian volunteer service which helps young teen moms and their children in the Reading area? ME??? A person who likes to be "behind-the-scenes" in my work and in my personal life? What the heck am I thinking? Don't I have enough things happening in my llife already? God doesn't think so and He knows what He is doing with me. I TRUST HIM!!! There is just such need for a program like this in this area of England that I could not help myself to try to do something about it. Many of us have great ideas to help and care for others; however, how many of us actually DO somehting about it? How many of us tell another person about our ideas hoping that THEY will begin something? Very many I suspect. Well, I am not about to be in a position where I CAN help but not DO anything about it. That is just not an option for me.
Folks, I ask that you keep me in your prayers as I talk to Jen next week about beginning this program over here. I also ask to keep the Reading Borough Council in your prayers as I tell them about the YoungLives program in the US and show them how this could impact the area teens. This has been my excitement since Thursday afternoon. I even contacted one of the women at CCGF who has given me the courage and wisdom to know when God is using me for His greater purpose. She knows who she is!!! I want to publically thank her for all the spiritual strength and courage which she had instilled in me to follow God's greater plan for me. If it were not for her persistance, I would not be in England nor would I be in a position to help these young women.
Although nothing has been solidified and nothing has been promised, the simple idea of YoungLives starting in this area has brought me HOPE for the young teens in Reading. They need something, and I pray that I can help in any way possible -- large or small. And, if this program does not begin here, then so be it; however, I hope God chooses me to help in another way. Friends and family, I will not give up on helping others -- ever!!! If God asks me to perform a small task for HIm -- I WILL. If He decides that I am to take on a large project -- THEN I WILL. And, if God shows me where I am needed next -- THEN I WILL GO. I am here for God and anything He asks of me, I will do. Many people, including some family and friends, tell me that I cannot do all these things, but I will always tell them that I do these things not for me, but for God. I will NEVER tell God "NO" anymore. I am alive today because He wants me to be here -- and that is THE only reason I am able to blog to you today.
I ask that you visit the web page listed below which has my favorite scripture passage. This just about sums up me and who I am. I hope you will all agree.
http://my.homewithgod.com/mkcathy/inspirational/eagle.html
I will post this on my home blog page.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Time in Coventry, England
I had the most beautiful day today!!! But first, let me get you caught up from Monday and Tuesday. Both days were uneventful other than getting bogged down in paperwork. Man, there is just so much computer work in this job and it's extremely difficult to "click" my way through various documents to investigate what has already happened in the lives of my children. I got so frustrated yesterday that I started swearing at my machine and started spouting off nasties to it. My office partner, Rob, busted out laughing at this. He said he loves the way I sound when I begin to "get smart" with my computer. I guess I do sound funny. I had to laugh as well because I was curing a machine. Well, that's much better than swearing at another person -- I guess. That was the last two days, but now on to today.
I went up to Coventry, England today to visit two young teenages whom I just inheristed on my caseload. Covenrty is north of Reading close to Nottingham and Derby -- a two-plus hours drive north. I went there for a review meeting for two young children I have not yet met. After their review meeting, I stayed to wait until these two children came home from school. I was told by their former social worker that the young girl will not look me in the face and the young boy has cerebral palsey and will not enter the room because he walks with a limp. When they came home from school, they knew that I, along with their former social worker, would be there to greet them. Of course they were reluctant to see me, but after they came in the living room, I started talking to them and their eyes lit up. It was THE most wonderful thing I have seen in a child who is within the childcare services. Both children began to ask me where I was from and what it is like in the US. The young girl looked me in the face and the young boy was just as excited that he got up and walked me over to see the new room the faster parents were building for him so he could have friends over. He cannot walk the stairs. I know it is because I am "different" from the other social workers they have had that they connected with me.
Both said that they like my accent very much and want me to keep talking. The two children were SO cute and SO innocent and I just wanted to pick them up and take them home with me. However, they are fortunately in a very nurturing and loving home and they are truely getting their needs met. Both said they want to stay with this foster family and the foster family wants to keep them until they are 18 years old. The foster family will give the children an option to be adopted if they choose to do so. This is a welcome change to my caseload of other placements which are breaking apart. What an extremely pleasant day!!!
I rode up to Coventry with their former her social worker and the drive was so beautiful across the countryside again. We talked about many things, however, talking about God and religion was the best part of the trip. You see, this worker is a recent Christian after being a life-long member of the JahovahWitness community. She asked me about knowing God on a personal level and asking me how I pray. I was able to witness to this person and we formed a bond which we intend to nurture. She mentioned that she would like to learn more about the Bible. I'm not sure if I told you this earlier, but I was talking to one of the new overseas social workers about beginning a bible study at our office, and when I told this woman about my idea, she jumped at the chance to say that she would come. I am just in awe on how much God has played a part in my work here in the UK. Next week, when I get in the office, I am going to send out an email to the whole office asking if anyone would be interested in joining a bible study at work (every other Wed at lunchtime). For some reason, I think I may get many takers on this -- which will solidify the fact that God is working through me to spread His word. I am glorified by this fact and I find comfort in the fact that He is always with me.
I can now see that I am not here -- in Reading, UK -- just for the children, but also for those who long to hear God's word and want to know Him better. I was nervous about bringing up God at all, since not many people talk of God in their daily lives over here. It's actually a bit sad, but I feel that God has brought me here to undo this fact, and bring God into their hearts and conversations. I have absolutely no problem in talking to God or about God to others since I know Him so personally. It is through Him that I am alive today to carry out His plan for me and ofr others.
You see, everyone, why my day was so wonderful? I had two young children connect with me through the fact of being "different" from others. Being different is where I can connect with all my children to comfort and ease their insecurities. Then, to be a witness for a new Christian in our world has been my most joyful time in being a Christian here in Reading. I give so much glory and thanks to God for guiding me on this journey to the UK, and into the lives and hearts of those who need to hear His Word. I am thankful to God that He chose me to spread his word. Me, who cursed and hated Him ten years ago, is now His messanger for others to know His glory, mercy, tenderness and undying love for all His children. I am humbled by His willingness to use me for His glory.
What a wonderful day indeed!!!
I went up to Coventry, England today to visit two young teenages whom I just inheristed on my caseload. Covenrty is north of Reading close to Nottingham and Derby -- a two-plus hours drive north. I went there for a review meeting for two young children I have not yet met. After their review meeting, I stayed to wait until these two children came home from school. I was told by their former social worker that the young girl will not look me in the face and the young boy has cerebral palsey and will not enter the room because he walks with a limp. When they came home from school, they knew that I, along with their former social worker, would be there to greet them. Of course they were reluctant to see me, but after they came in the living room, I started talking to them and their eyes lit up. It was THE most wonderful thing I have seen in a child who is within the childcare services. Both children began to ask me where I was from and what it is like in the US. The young girl looked me in the face and the young boy was just as excited that he got up and walked me over to see the new room the faster parents were building for him so he could have friends over. He cannot walk the stairs. I know it is because I am "different" from the other social workers they have had that they connected with me.
Both said that they like my accent very much and want me to keep talking. The two children were SO cute and SO innocent and I just wanted to pick them up and take them home with me. However, they are fortunately in a very nurturing and loving home and they are truely getting their needs met. Both said they want to stay with this foster family and the foster family wants to keep them until they are 18 years old. The foster family will give the children an option to be adopted if they choose to do so. This is a welcome change to my caseload of other placements which are breaking apart. What an extremely pleasant day!!!
I rode up to Coventry with their former her social worker and the drive was so beautiful across the countryside again. We talked about many things, however, talking about God and religion was the best part of the trip. You see, this worker is a recent Christian after being a life-long member of the JahovahWitness community. She asked me about knowing God on a personal level and asking me how I pray. I was able to witness to this person and we formed a bond which we intend to nurture. She mentioned that she would like to learn more about the Bible. I'm not sure if I told you this earlier, but I was talking to one of the new overseas social workers about beginning a bible study at our office, and when I told this woman about my idea, she jumped at the chance to say that she would come. I am just in awe on how much God has played a part in my work here in the UK. Next week, when I get in the office, I am going to send out an email to the whole office asking if anyone would be interested in joining a bible study at work (every other Wed at lunchtime). For some reason, I think I may get many takers on this -- which will solidify the fact that God is working through me to spread His word. I am glorified by this fact and I find comfort in the fact that He is always with me.
I can now see that I am not here -- in Reading, UK -- just for the children, but also for those who long to hear God's word and want to know Him better. I was nervous about bringing up God at all, since not many people talk of God in their daily lives over here. It's actually a bit sad, but I feel that God has brought me here to undo this fact, and bring God into their hearts and conversations. I have absolutely no problem in talking to God or about God to others since I know Him so personally. It is through Him that I am alive today to carry out His plan for me and ofr others.
You see, everyone, why my day was so wonderful? I had two young children connect with me through the fact of being "different" from others. Being different is where I can connect with all my children to comfort and ease their insecurities. Then, to be a witness for a new Christian in our world has been my most joyful time in being a Christian here in Reading. I give so much glory and thanks to God for guiding me on this journey to the UK, and into the lives and hearts of those who need to hear His Word. I am thankful to God that He chose me to spread his word. Me, who cursed and hated Him ten years ago, is now His messanger for others to know His glory, mercy, tenderness and undying love for all His children. I am humbled by His willingness to use me for His glory.
What a wonderful day indeed!!!
Reflection Sunday: Week 4
Okay folks, sorry I have been late on these posts, but the job has been getting a bit hectic. I have been writing these posts at home, then cutting and pasting them to my blog page. I hope to get the Internet in my home soon, but until then, the postings may be late.
This past week has been an up-and-down journey, just like the last week. As I reflect on this past week, I think about the word "home." This word "home" has different meanings to many poeple. In Websters Dictionary, home is defined as;
1 : one's place of residence : domicile : house
2 : the social unit formed by a family living together
3 : a familiar or usual setting : congenial environment : the focus of one's domestic attention
4 : a place of origin : one's own country.
"Home" to me is all of the above rolled into one. My home is simply anywhere I feel loved and safe and cared for. With this personal definition of the word"home," I feel that I am "at home" here in Reading, England with people who care for me, who know me, and with whom I feel safe. I also have another home in Pittsburgh, PA with those of whom I love and feel safe around and care for. How lucky I feel that I have two homes -- one in the United States and one in England. But it does not stop there!!! No folks, I have another home. This home is not of this world, but of heaven with my Father. At this home, I will feel all that I have mentioned above and much, much more. How blessed and wonderful I am to have THREE homes in my life -- so far. So why the focus on the word "home?"
You see, I am working with children who do not have "homes" where they feel loved or safe or cared for. By the time children get to my department, they are looking for a long-term placement away from one or both parents. Their families are split apart and they are in very unfamiliar places. They have no sense of belonging to a family unit. As their social worker, I want to give these children a sense of "belonging" by staying with them until they are adopted into a family who loves them, or they are accepted by their foster families for a long-term placement. These children have had several social workers in their lives and they cannot relate to anyone with regularity. I would like to be that person with whom they are comfortable around until they have a family or "home" to call their own.
Growing up in a family of six, I know what it is like to get lost in the shuffle of things. I am sure my siblings felt the same at some time during their times in our house. How can one not feel that way in a large family? But I was fortunate to know that I was loved -- at least some of time when I wasn't getting punished -- and cared for and safe. It is very sad to see the distance in these children's eyes when they meet me. However, I have one advantage going for me with these children. I have a different accent and they know that I am "different" from all the other people from Reading or elsewhere in the UK. The look at me as though they can understand what it feels like to be different and in strange surroundings. When I finally get to talk to these children 1:1, they ask me many questions about what it's like to live in the United States. When I tell them, I get to ask them what it's like to be in a different household or placement? It is through this similarity of being "different" that they find comfort, ease, and a sense of safety. How ironic is this?
I have talked to all my children about God and who they think God is? Most of them know that God is "God of all the universe;" however, most do not know that God is always with them and that He can protect them in times of trouble. None of them know "how to pray." Although this makes me sad, it also makes me excited that I may be able to show these children who Our Father is. All but one of my children (16 in all) would like for me to tell them more about God and/or show them how to pray. Since God is the One who brought me to the UK, it is through God that I will show these children love, care and safety, and find their "home" in Him. This way, when I am out of their lives, they will be able to turn to the One who can help them the most. So ladies and gents, on this Sunday, my reflection on the word "home" brings me a question I pose to you: WHERE IS YOUR "HOME" AND WHO IS THERE WAITING FOR YOU?
From my HOME to your HOME, have a safe week.
This past week has been an up-and-down journey, just like the last week. As I reflect on this past week, I think about the word "home." This word "home" has different meanings to many poeple. In Websters Dictionary, home is defined as;
1 : one's place of residence : domicile : house
2 : the social unit formed by a family living together
3 : a familiar or usual setting : congenial environment : the focus of one's domestic attention
4 : a place of origin : one's own country.
"Home" to me is all of the above rolled into one. My home is simply anywhere I feel loved and safe and cared for. With this personal definition of the word"home," I feel that I am "at home" here in Reading, England with people who care for me, who know me, and with whom I feel safe. I also have another home in Pittsburgh, PA with those of whom I love and feel safe around and care for. How lucky I feel that I have two homes -- one in the United States and one in England. But it does not stop there!!! No folks, I have another home. This home is not of this world, but of heaven with my Father. At this home, I will feel all that I have mentioned above and much, much more. How blessed and wonderful I am to have THREE homes in my life -- so far. So why the focus on the word "home?"
You see, I am working with children who do not have "homes" where they feel loved or safe or cared for. By the time children get to my department, they are looking for a long-term placement away from one or both parents. Their families are split apart and they are in very unfamiliar places. They have no sense of belonging to a family unit. As their social worker, I want to give these children a sense of "belonging" by staying with them until they are adopted into a family who loves them, or they are accepted by their foster families for a long-term placement. These children have had several social workers in their lives and they cannot relate to anyone with regularity. I would like to be that person with whom they are comfortable around until they have a family or "home" to call their own.
Growing up in a family of six, I know what it is like to get lost in the shuffle of things. I am sure my siblings felt the same at some time during their times in our house. How can one not feel that way in a large family? But I was fortunate to know that I was loved -- at least some of time when I wasn't getting punished -- and cared for and safe. It is very sad to see the distance in these children's eyes when they meet me. However, I have one advantage going for me with these children. I have a different accent and they know that I am "different" from all the other people from Reading or elsewhere in the UK. The look at me as though they can understand what it feels like to be different and in strange surroundings. When I finally get to talk to these children 1:1, they ask me many questions about what it's like to live in the United States. When I tell them, I get to ask them what it's like to be in a different household or placement? It is through this similarity of being "different" that they find comfort, ease, and a sense of safety. How ironic is this?
I have talked to all my children about God and who they think God is? Most of them know that God is "God of all the universe;" however, most do not know that God is always with them and that He can protect them in times of trouble. None of them know "how to pray." Although this makes me sad, it also makes me excited that I may be able to show these children who Our Father is. All but one of my children (16 in all) would like for me to tell them more about God and/or show them how to pray. Since God is the One who brought me to the UK, it is through God that I will show these children love, care and safety, and find their "home" in Him. This way, when I am out of their lives, they will be able to turn to the One who can help them the most. So ladies and gents, on this Sunday, my reflection on the word "home" brings me a question I pose to you: WHERE IS YOUR "HOME" AND WHO IS THERE WAITING FOR YOU?
From my HOME to your HOME, have a safe week.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Answer to Poll
Two people chose 200,000 for the population of Reading Borough, which is the correct answer. Reading Borough has one of the fastest growing populations in the UK, apart from London. Since Reading is a large city and is so close and accessable to London, many young persons are leaving London and settling in Reading. This is giving Reading Borough the not-so-good listing of the highest percentage of teenage preganacies in the whole UK. It is amazing just how many kids are having kids here, and their only desire is to get a free house from the government. The crimes here are more upon the children of Reading, and not against adults except for racist crimes. The melting pot of people who reside here do not get along at all. I was caught in a dispute with a homeless British man and two Asian teenage kids. It was going to get ugly soon, but the police were near by and they came to break up this escalating arguement. Thank God!!!
The crimes against the children of Reading are multiple rapes -- many by family members, neglect, sex trafficing, and robbery for the family to sell possions. Drug abuse is high, but it is not like it is in the states. The most horrific crimes against the childeren are the multiple rapes by family members and the parents are still part of the community. I just do not get the laws in this country. They are to be "family oriented" but what the hell are they thinking in The House of Commons? They are just as bad as those who sit on Capital Hill, yet the resources are not established here as they are in the states. well, that is all I'm going to say on this subject. Look for a new poll soon.
The crimes against the children of Reading are multiple rapes -- many by family members, neglect, sex trafficing, and robbery for the family to sell possions. Drug abuse is high, but it is not like it is in the states. The most horrific crimes against the childeren are the multiple rapes by family members and the parents are still part of the community. I just do not get the laws in this country. They are to be "family oriented" but what the hell are they thinking in The House of Commons? They are just as bad as those who sit on Capital Hill, yet the resources are not established here as they are in the states. well, that is all I'm going to say on this subject. Look for a new poll soon.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Happy Hour Friday!
Well folks, it's the weekend again and tonight was Happy Hour for the small group of people from the US, Canada and Jamacia (i.e. my awesome new friends!!!). However, let me fill you in on what happened in between Wednesday evening and Happy Hour. Yesterday, I had to get caught up on a ton of paperwork; of which I have no idea how to fill out because no one in the office cared to show me. Therefore, I just fill in the documents as best I can and if they have a problem with it, then they need toshow me how it's done. Can you tell I'm a bit frustrated? Well, I'm not the only one. It seems that this is a major issue with everyone -- not just me. This morning on the BBC radio & tv, they were talking about two girls who were repeatedly raped by their father for 20+ years and bore him 8 children. The girls tried to tell social services, the police, and their doctors; however, no one did anything to protect them. Now the children have birth defects, social services is getting "hammered," and WE are at the other end of the tongue-lashings. It's pretty bad over here. Like all of us were saying, in the states, we would have removed the kids and asked questions later. Here, they keep them with their parents until they can find proof. It's SHITTY work and SHITTY laws, and if they don't change them, then all of us who are new will probably be fired for procecting kids without folowing the "procedures." Yep, that's me!!! I'll be damned if I am going to let a kid suffer because it's "not procedure" to keep that childsafe. BULLSHIT!!! Sorry about the language there folks, but it's THAT CRAPPY over here. BTW, the father is serving a life sentance, but those poor girls. My heart just aches for them. I have a case similar to that one; however, my child is safe from anymore harm from his parents; however, I cannot talk about it here, so just pray for all the kids in social services.
Well, that was Thursday -- all day -- so I just went to my hotel and caught up on some letter-writing. Today, we had training with the eduactional staff for child services. They were extremely helpful and explained things very well. Their educational system is very different over here and complicated. They had to explain it to us several times just so we could grasp the concept. I'm not going to even try to explain it since I'm still a bit confused about it. After lunch, I went to visit two more children on my caseload just to introduce myself. The two girls I went to see are very sweet and they giggled and laughed at my accent. It was so cute. They asked me questions about the United States and were amazed at my answers like how big the US is, how hot and cold it can get, and how much time the kids have off during summer break. They are living in the home where they will be adopted, so I just have to monitor them while the adoption process is happening. I like these kind of cases.
At the end of the workday, it was time to head into town to meet the others for HAPPY HOUR(S)!!! I met up with the crew from the other office, since they were already at Dogma (an awesome pub). Before I walked in, I took time to call a wonderful friend back in Bridgeville -- hi L. As the others trickled in, including Ruth (she's part of the crew now), we talked and complained and talked and complained and talked; during which we laughed, danced, and drank!!! What a GREAT TIME all of us had. It was a welcomed break after the past two weeks of work. How fun!!! Some of us made plans to go to Edinburgh, Scottland over the Easter weekend since we have four days off. We are going up there by train and go to church services at St. George's (St. George is the patron saint of Scottland) for Easter services. We will tour the Edinburgh Castle, cross the Firth of Fourth Bridge, and do other wonderful sight-seeing. All of the crew are so amazed at how well we all get along -- 10 people from all parts of North America. How amazing and wonderfful is that!!!! God has blessed us so well and I am extremely thankful to Him for letting me be a part of all this. I DO NOT and WILL NOT regret my decision to come to England to work by protecting God's children. I just pray that I can carry out this task on which He is guiding me.
It's now time for bed and I am to move into my house tomorrow. I am sooooooooooo looking forward to being in "my own place" without having to live out of a suitcase for the past four weeks. This is worse than when I was in Uganda, Africa. Dear God, I cannot wait until I move tomorrow. I am looking forward to having my friends and family over to be with me in my house. I will cook and clean and light a fire and talk and talk and talk. I think I will even have a barbeque in the summer. All I need now is for the landlord to call me to pick up the keys. Praise God!!!!! Get me home!!! Okay everyone, let's pray this goes smooothly tomorrow. I will catch up with you then. Good night.
Well, that was Thursday -- all day -- so I just went to my hotel and caught up on some letter-writing. Today, we had training with the eduactional staff for child services. They were extremely helpful and explained things very well. Their educational system is very different over here and complicated. They had to explain it to us several times just so we could grasp the concept. I'm not going to even try to explain it since I'm still a bit confused about it. After lunch, I went to visit two more children on my caseload just to introduce myself. The two girls I went to see are very sweet and they giggled and laughed at my accent. It was so cute. They asked me questions about the United States and were amazed at my answers like how big the US is, how hot and cold it can get, and how much time the kids have off during summer break. They are living in the home where they will be adopted, so I just have to monitor them while the adoption process is happening. I like these kind of cases.
At the end of the workday, it was time to head into town to meet the others for HAPPY HOUR(S)!!! I met up with the crew from the other office, since they were already at Dogma (an awesome pub). Before I walked in, I took time to call a wonderful friend back in Bridgeville -- hi L. As the others trickled in, including Ruth (she's part of the crew now), we talked and complained and talked and complained and talked; during which we laughed, danced, and drank!!! What a GREAT TIME all of us had. It was a welcomed break after the past two weeks of work. How fun!!! Some of us made plans to go to Edinburgh, Scottland over the Easter weekend since we have four days off. We are going up there by train and go to church services at St. George's (St. George is the patron saint of Scottland) for Easter services. We will tour the Edinburgh Castle, cross the Firth of Fourth Bridge, and do other wonderful sight-seeing. All of the crew are so amazed at how well we all get along -- 10 people from all parts of North America. How amazing and wonderfful is that!!!! God has blessed us so well and I am extremely thankful to Him for letting me be a part of all this. I DO NOT and WILL NOT regret my decision to come to England to work by protecting God's children. I just pray that I can carry out this task on which He is guiding me.
It's now time for bed and I am to move into my house tomorrow. I am sooooooooooo looking forward to being in "my own place" without having to live out of a suitcase for the past four weeks. This is worse than when I was in Uganda, Africa. Dear God, I cannot wait until I move tomorrow. I am looking forward to having my friends and family over to be with me in my house. I will cook and clean and light a fire and talk and talk and talk. I think I will even have a barbeque in the summer. All I need now is for the landlord to call me to pick up the keys. Praise God!!!!! Get me home!!! Okay everyone, let's pray this goes smooothly tomorrow. I will catch up with you then. Good night.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Northern Wales
Wow, what a beautiful drive I had when I visited my client in Northern Wales, near the area of Snowden -- a national park. Okay, I hope I can explain this to you, so you will get a mental picture of the sights I saw. I went up there with the Reviewing Officer, who is about the same age as me, and she's been a social worker for 20+ years here in the UK. First, I had to catch a bus into Town Center only then catch a bus out to a place called Charvil, at the Wee Waif Pub (I like this name). She wanted me there "no later than" 8:00am. WELL, she was late and I was standing there freezing my butt off!!! Wow, it was cold out! After she picked me up, we headed out on our 5 hour drive to Snowden, Wales. The "carriageways" were not so crowded; however, right around Birmingham, the A6 got really busy. No stops though, which she said was very uncommon for this area. Usually it is stop-&-go on the A6 around here, but today, God was sitting in the back seat, so "no traffic."
The countryside driving up to Birmingham reminded me about Ohio and Kentucky. There were some rolling hills, but not too hilly, and there were great distances between fences. After Birmingham, the hills got steeper, the grass got browner, and the sheep multiplied. Holy SHEEP!!! Just like the funny YouTube commercial some of us watched. The sheep were spray-painted with different numbers in different colors. Melanie said that was to determine which ones got shaved, at what time of the year, and which ones would wind up on someone's plate. I think I'll pass on the lamb right now. Anyway, the landscape was absolutely beautiful! She pointed out that the buildings (houses, barns, etc.) were made from different stones as we passed from England into Wales. She's absolutely right. I can only describe it like this -- in England, the stones are lighter and fatter and the stones in Wales are darker and flat. I really don't know how to explain it any better, but get a book from the library or Google it and you will see what I mean.
As we got closer to Snowden, the hills became rocky and steeper. I felt like I was in a movie or something. We drove on this little, windy road with walls made of stone, hills all around us and sheep EVERYWHERE. This was the most beautiful scenery I have experience over here; and nothing like I've seen in the states. I made sure I saw everything and imprinted it in my memory so I can revisit this place all the time. We turned onto an even smaller road which took us up to an old farmhouse. This is where the young man was residing. And the SHEEP!!!!! The meeting was okay and the young man is very sweet. That's all I can say on that subject. We stayed for a snack because we could not just go up there, meet, then leave. This young man cooked us snacks, so we stayed for a bite to eat.
About 4:00pm, we started for home and I watched the whole scenery again. I must come up here every 4-6 weeks by law, so I will have regular trips to Wales and see this beautiful scenery over and over again. See, God IS great, ALL the time! Yes, this means I must start driving soon, which actually does not look that difficult now that I am accustomed to the traffic patterns. The drive became LONG around 7:00pm. We stopped for a rest around this time, and did not get back to the Reading area until 8:30pm. Melanie dropped me off closer to town, but I still had to catch a bus back to Town Center. I got into town at 9:00pm -- the end of a 15-hour workday. Yeah, very long, yet extremely beautiful. I can store these extra hours and take comp time within the next few weeks, so it all works out in the end.
Once in Town Center, I walked to my bus stop, but realized that the bus I needed to take did not run at this time of night. I had no way home other than to walk. It was only a two mile walk, so it was do-able, but I was so tired, it seemed like 10 miles. I'm back in the hotel and my mind can only see the extrordinarily beautiful countryside of Engaland and Wales. If anyone needs a place to visit for a vacation, try Snowden, Wales. The people at the facility told me about the skiing, rock climbing, walking trails, and so much more. The scenery alone is worth the trip. I found heaven . . . again; and I'm sure I will witness many more "heavens" throughout my journey here in the UK. I look forward to the next time I get to see heaven for I know that God is showing me His glory and His almighty grace which He has bestowed upon me. I will go to sleep tonight dreaming of my heaven. Sweet dreams everyone.
The countryside driving up to Birmingham reminded me about Ohio and Kentucky. There were some rolling hills, but not too hilly, and there were great distances between fences. After Birmingham, the hills got steeper, the grass got browner, and the sheep multiplied. Holy SHEEP!!! Just like the funny YouTube commercial some of us watched. The sheep were spray-painted with different numbers in different colors. Melanie said that was to determine which ones got shaved, at what time of the year, and which ones would wind up on someone's plate. I think I'll pass on the lamb right now. Anyway, the landscape was absolutely beautiful! She pointed out that the buildings (houses, barns, etc.) were made from different stones as we passed from England into Wales. She's absolutely right. I can only describe it like this -- in England, the stones are lighter and fatter and the stones in Wales are darker and flat. I really don't know how to explain it any better, but get a book from the library or Google it and you will see what I mean.
As we got closer to Snowden, the hills became rocky and steeper. I felt like I was in a movie or something. We drove on this little, windy road with walls made of stone, hills all around us and sheep EVERYWHERE. This was the most beautiful scenery I have experience over here; and nothing like I've seen in the states. I made sure I saw everything and imprinted it in my memory so I can revisit this place all the time. We turned onto an even smaller road which took us up to an old farmhouse. This is where the young man was residing. And the SHEEP!!!!! The meeting was okay and the young man is very sweet. That's all I can say on that subject. We stayed for a snack because we could not just go up there, meet, then leave. This young man cooked us snacks, so we stayed for a bite to eat.
About 4:00pm, we started for home and I watched the whole scenery again. I must come up here every 4-6 weeks by law, so I will have regular trips to Wales and see this beautiful scenery over and over again. See, God IS great, ALL the time! Yes, this means I must start driving soon, which actually does not look that difficult now that I am accustomed to the traffic patterns. The drive became LONG around 7:00pm. We stopped for a rest around this time, and did not get back to the Reading area until 8:30pm. Melanie dropped me off closer to town, but I still had to catch a bus back to Town Center. I got into town at 9:00pm -- the end of a 15-hour workday. Yeah, very long, yet extremely beautiful. I can store these extra hours and take comp time within the next few weeks, so it all works out in the end.
Once in Town Center, I walked to my bus stop, but realized that the bus I needed to take did not run at this time of night. I had no way home other than to walk. It was only a two mile walk, so it was do-able, but I was so tired, it seemed like 10 miles. I'm back in the hotel and my mind can only see the extrordinarily beautiful countryside of Engaland and Wales. If anyone needs a place to visit for a vacation, try Snowden, Wales. The people at the facility told me about the skiing, rock climbing, walking trails, and so much more. The scenery alone is worth the trip. I found heaven . . . again; and I'm sure I will witness many more "heavens" throughout my journey here in the UK. I look forward to the next time I get to see heaven for I know that God is showing me His glory and His almighty grace which He has bestowed upon me. I will go to sleep tonight dreaming of my heaven. Sweet dreams everyone.
A good night's sleep
Sorry folks but I got a little busy there, but I'm back. Well, as you can read from the title, I finally got some GREAT rest over the past couple of days. Even though the paperwork has been mounting at work, I am well. Actually, they do much more paperwork (computer work) than I did back in the states. However, I have met several of my clients, and they are just wonderful kids who have gone through some hellatious situations. I am blessed to have them as clients!!! No, not because they are clients, but because God chose them to put in my life so I may learn from them. I hope to bring them stability as their social worker, compassion and kindness as a human being, and love which God gives them through me. I just hope I can deliver.
Today there was not much that happened, so this will be a short blog. I did manage to go shopping for some slacks & jeans since I have no laundry to wash my clothes. I am NOT going to a laundry mat here because they are crappy. I bought some jeans & slacks on sale at the GAP to make it to Saturday, when I move into my humble abode. I have a washer & dryer there, so laundry will be tops on the list of things to do. Other than that, not much occurred. I went to sleep early because I had to get up early to head up to Northern Wales. Look forward to writing about it. Take care and see you here soon.
Today there was not much that happened, so this will be a short blog. I did manage to go shopping for some slacks & jeans since I have no laundry to wash my clothes. I am NOT going to a laundry mat here because they are crappy. I bought some jeans & slacks on sale at the GAP to make it to Saturday, when I move into my humble abode. I have a washer & dryer there, so laundry will be tops on the list of things to do. Other than that, not much occurred. I went to sleep early because I had to get up early to head up to Northern Wales. Look forward to writing about it. Take care and see you here soon.
Monday, March 08, 2010
Reflection Sunday: Week 3
Caveat: I have tried to write this Sunday's Reflection with an open heart; however, this was very hard to achieve. I wanted to post a blog NOT effected by my emotions; hpowever, this was not possible today. Know that I cannot separate my emotions from my writings. All I do here is for God, and, it is He alone to whom I acknowledge my feelings.
My journey this week has taken me over hills and through valleys. One of these hills has been finding my new home. I am so blessed for God to grant me this simple gift, and I praise Him daily for this and many other gifts He has given to me. One of these valleys has been the evening at the ER with a dislocated jaw. Wow, that still sounds painful even after the fact. BTW, today (Monday) my pain is way down and so is the swelling. Thank you all for your prayers for quick healing. With both of these and several other hills and valleys, I have learned so much this past week.
The hills came in many forms this week like finding my new home, finishing my first week of work, writing emails and letters to loved ones, and finally, moving into a hotel to get some much needed rest. It was only through persistant determination and stubbornness that reached the tops of these hills. The more I worked last week and got to know my cases, the more adamant I became in their safety, protection, and well-being. The children in Reading have so much with which to contend -- just as much as any large city in the US, Canada, Europe, and so on. But I am here in Reading and it is only here that I can fulfill God's call to help and to protect. I know that I cannot save the world, England, London or all of Reading; however, I can help one or two or more children stay safe and encourage them to succeed with their life goals.
I have also learned that I must concentrate on what I am doing here in Reading and leave Pittsburgh behind me for now. I live here, work here, and rest here. This is now my home. Although I can keep in touch with my family and friends in the US, I must build friendships here for support and guidance. As I mentioned in an earlier blog -- I cannot finish this journey without the help of others. I have no misgivings about admitting this to anyone since everyone, including Jesus, needed help and assistance from others. Jesus asked His twelve apostles to spread His word to others after He was gone. They did so, and now, through their determination and strong will, we know about God's glory and all His wonderful gifts which He has bestowed upon us. I know that the work I do here will not reach too many others outside of those who read this blog, but I know and God knows what I do here, and that's all that truly matters. Many of you know that I find the most joy in my life through helping others in distress. This has not changed for me (nor do I think it ever will). Once again, I thank God for this.
Now for the valleys. It has been extremely difficult to climb our these valleys because my physical and emotional well-being has been in such pain. I will not go into the physical pain of my jaw since that was so recent. However, I will reflect on the emotional pain with which I have been struggling. After walking through that doorway and leaving myself vulnerable and exposed to the elements of this world, I knew I would encounter several disappoiontments and negative experiences. This is with both the people whom I love and the children with whom I work. These children are as vulnerable and exposed as I am today and I will do all I can to help them find safety and stability in their lives. I was able to "walk" through my doorway, but these children have been "pushed" through theirs -- and that, my friends, is totally wrong and unfair. Now, I know that all of you think "well, Patty, life is not fair?" That's correct, life is not fair; however, this does not mean that one can not help to change the course of this "fairness" to benefit these children. That is what I am here to do -- change the course of their valleys to level ground again. Then, hopefully, guide them to their pathways to their mountaintops.
My heart pours out tears for all children who are suffering and harmed by another human being. It is very difficult for me to hear how much money things will cost when a child's life is at stake, especially when gold crowns and splendid jewels are sitting behind glass and doing nothing in London. How wrong is this?!!! How can any amount of gold or jewels compare in price to the life of a human being -- especially a child. It is with this heavy heart and angry disposition that I find strength to succeed on my jouney to which God has led me. Although I feel hurt and anger, I also feel hope and joy and happiness in that God has guided ME here to help. And, as I will state again, it is in helping others where I find the most joy and happiness in my life. How ironic that I am drawn to the weak and defenseless only to find strength and happiness.
The sum of all these experiences this past week is this: God has given me the opportunity to use the faith and hope in Him to find a way into these children's hearts -- if not while I am with them; then when they stand before Him. I know this in my heart and there is no reason to believe otherwise. I have followed God's call for me to various places and experiences in this world. I will never stop believeing in His endless love and grace in me. With God as my guide, my comforter and my strength, there is no way in which I can fail Him. I do all things for Him and it is His call for me to be here in the UK to help His smallest children.
While I am here, I know I will grow in faith, love and peace as well. I love the fact that many of you are reading my blog and commenting on my experiences. I pray that through these blogs you too will find the strength you need to make the journey which God has prepared for you. The hills and valleys which I crossed this past week helped to build my faith in God stronger. There were several people back home who did not believe that I would succeed over here, but they did not know that this was a call from God. And I know that "all things are possible with God." I hope you will come to this as well, so that when you encounter your valleys, you will know that God will be there to lend His hand to climb out and to guide you to the mountaintop. May you all find peace this week iinb knowing that God makes ALL things possible and through His unconditional love, your valleys will turn to mountaintops.
Be at peace.
My journey this week has taken me over hills and through valleys. One of these hills has been finding my new home. I am so blessed for God to grant me this simple gift, and I praise Him daily for this and many other gifts He has given to me. One of these valleys has been the evening at the ER with a dislocated jaw. Wow, that still sounds painful even after the fact. BTW, today (Monday) my pain is way down and so is the swelling. Thank you all for your prayers for quick healing. With both of these and several other hills and valleys, I have learned so much this past week.
The hills came in many forms this week like finding my new home, finishing my first week of work, writing emails and letters to loved ones, and finally, moving into a hotel to get some much needed rest. It was only through persistant determination and stubbornness that reached the tops of these hills. The more I worked last week and got to know my cases, the more adamant I became in their safety, protection, and well-being. The children in Reading have so much with which to contend -- just as much as any large city in the US, Canada, Europe, and so on. But I am here in Reading and it is only here that I can fulfill God's call to help and to protect. I know that I cannot save the world, England, London or all of Reading; however, I can help one or two or more children stay safe and encourage them to succeed with their life goals.
I have also learned that I must concentrate on what I am doing here in Reading and leave Pittsburgh behind me for now. I live here, work here, and rest here. This is now my home. Although I can keep in touch with my family and friends in the US, I must build friendships here for support and guidance. As I mentioned in an earlier blog -- I cannot finish this journey without the help of others. I have no misgivings about admitting this to anyone since everyone, including Jesus, needed help and assistance from others. Jesus asked His twelve apostles to spread His word to others after He was gone. They did so, and now, through their determination and strong will, we know about God's glory and all His wonderful gifts which He has bestowed upon us. I know that the work I do here will not reach too many others outside of those who read this blog, but I know and God knows what I do here, and that's all that truly matters. Many of you know that I find the most joy in my life through helping others in distress. This has not changed for me (nor do I think it ever will). Once again, I thank God for this.
Now for the valleys. It has been extremely difficult to climb our these valleys because my physical and emotional well-being has been in such pain. I will not go into the physical pain of my jaw since that was so recent. However, I will reflect on the emotional pain with which I have been struggling. After walking through that doorway and leaving myself vulnerable and exposed to the elements of this world, I knew I would encounter several disappoiontments and negative experiences. This is with both the people whom I love and the children with whom I work. These children are as vulnerable and exposed as I am today and I will do all I can to help them find safety and stability in their lives. I was able to "walk" through my doorway, but these children have been "pushed" through theirs -- and that, my friends, is totally wrong and unfair. Now, I know that all of you think "well, Patty, life is not fair?" That's correct, life is not fair; however, this does not mean that one can not help to change the course of this "fairness" to benefit these children. That is what I am here to do -- change the course of their valleys to level ground again. Then, hopefully, guide them to their pathways to their mountaintops.
My heart pours out tears for all children who are suffering and harmed by another human being. It is very difficult for me to hear how much money things will cost when a child's life is at stake, especially when gold crowns and splendid jewels are sitting behind glass and doing nothing in London. How wrong is this?!!! How can any amount of gold or jewels compare in price to the life of a human being -- especially a child. It is with this heavy heart and angry disposition that I find strength to succeed on my jouney to which God has led me. Although I feel hurt and anger, I also feel hope and joy and happiness in that God has guided ME here to help. And, as I will state again, it is in helping others where I find the most joy and happiness in my life. How ironic that I am drawn to the weak and defenseless only to find strength and happiness.
The sum of all these experiences this past week is this: God has given me the opportunity to use the faith and hope in Him to find a way into these children's hearts -- if not while I am with them; then when they stand before Him. I know this in my heart and there is no reason to believe otherwise. I have followed God's call for me to various places and experiences in this world. I will never stop believeing in His endless love and grace in me. With God as my guide, my comforter and my strength, there is no way in which I can fail Him. I do all things for Him and it is His call for me to be here in the UK to help His smallest children.
While I am here, I know I will grow in faith, love and peace as well. I love the fact that many of you are reading my blog and commenting on my experiences. I pray that through these blogs you too will find the strength you need to make the journey which God has prepared for you. The hills and valleys which I crossed this past week helped to build my faith in God stronger. There were several people back home who did not believe that I would succeed over here, but they did not know that this was a call from God. And I know that "all things are possible with God." I hope you will come to this as well, so that when you encounter your valleys, you will know that God will be there to lend His hand to climb out and to guide you to the mountaintop. May you all find peace this week iinb knowing that God makes ALL things possible and through His unconditional love, your valleys will turn to mountaintops.
Be at peace.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
A "Not-so-chaotic" Saturday
Well, folks, I hope you enjoyed my experience yesterday as much as I did typing it. You're so right -- how funny was that!!! My jaw still hurts today but it's not so intense now (6:45 pm). After last evening, I decided to check into a hotel just to get some MUCH NEEDED sleep. The hotel in which I'm staying is called The Bath Hotel on Bath Road. Wow, not very "luxurious" as most but it is an old mansion built in the 1800s and extremly nice. I found the very old and "rich" part of Reading Borough -- it's out the Bath Road area!!!! Finally, I can get some sleep tonight -- I hope. Not much more to say about today, other than, I am doing much better, Dad, so don't too much. Trust me, I really am okay.
Went shopping for an ironing board, iron, inflatible matterss, 2 lamps, a couple of night lights, and sheets for the mattress. I brought my own pillow from home -- oh God, I just LOVE my pillow. Nothing like a personal pillow to make one feel right at home. On Monday, I will be making arrangements to get my electric turned on, my mail to be forwarded to my new address, and the like. As I mentioned above, not much happened today, other than the move. I am going to park myself in front of my TV tonight and fall asleep now. Look for my "Reflection Sunday" series to continue tomorrow. Not sure what no responses means, but I guess "no news is good news." I'll continue the Reflection Sundays until Easter Sunday, then if no responses, I will take them off my blog page. Cheerio and "how about those Pens!!!!" Have an awesome week everyone.
Went shopping for an ironing board, iron, inflatible matterss, 2 lamps, a couple of night lights, and sheets for the mattress. I brought my own pillow from home -- oh God, I just LOVE my pillow. Nothing like a personal pillow to make one feel right at home. On Monday, I will be making arrangements to get my electric turned on, my mail to be forwarded to my new address, and the like. As I mentioned above, not much happened today, other than the move. I am going to park myself in front of my TV tonight and fall asleep now. Look for my "Reflection Sunday" series to continue tomorrow. Not sure what no responses means, but I guess "no news is good news." I'll continue the Reflection Sundays until Easter Sunday, then if no responses, I will take them off my blog page. Cheerio and "how about those Pens!!!!" Have an awesome week everyone.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
An Evening to Remember
Not really an evening to remember, but one I surely want to forget!!! Here's the deal folks. My crappy day began at only noon yesterday, so it was not a total washout; however, it ended with a "bang"-- but more literally -- a "POP!" Then nothing. You see, I was eating a piece of hard candy when all of a sudden the left side of my jaw popped out of its socket. OUCH!!! Oh the tears!!! But then the jaw got numb, so I thought it had corrected itself. NOT!!! Therefore (and here comes the icky part), as a way to try to avoid the ER -- I tried to jam it back into place. Okay, yeah, I know -- "What the hell was I thinking?!!!" Well, I really wasn't thinking because A) my jaw was throbing with pain, and B) . . . well, mostly A. I finished the day at work, walked back to Town Center about a mile away, then caught my bus home. When I walked into my closet of a room, my jaw was in such pain that I was getting dizzy.
Now here comes the one SMART thing I did today. I called our former trainer and now good friend, Ruth (you remember Ruth from earlier blogs), to see if she could drive me to the ER, since I had NO CLUE as to where the hospital was located. Well, she was stuck in traffic over towards London on her way home from work, so I did the next best thing. I caught a bus and headed towards town since I knew that the hospital was "that way." The extremely nice and compassionate busdriver, let me off the bus as close as he could to there, then guided me to the Royal Berkshire Hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I honestly thought I was lookeing at a musium or a huge library. I'm looking at it through teary eyes asking myself if I heard the busdriver correctly? UMMM . . . that's a yes! Go check it out on-line. Then, I could not find the damn ER, which was way around the otherside of the building!!!!!!! I hope most of you are laughiung at this point because if I didn't laugh at it, my pain would have been much worse.
Once inside the ER (7:00pm), the wait was on. You should have seen this hospital ER -- looked like I was in from a little hick town in the hills of WV. O.M.G!!!! The "not-so-friendly" women behind the reception desk had the patients stand there (one kid was double-over in pain) and YELL through a glass panel on "Why are you here?" Well, you idiot, let me scream it to you so everyone can hear. Where the hell in the confidentiality around here?!!! Since I could bearly talk at this time, I MADE her give ma a piece of paper so I could write down my issue. That took care of the confidentiality issue -- so I thought. After typing all my inforamtion, she YELLS it back to me just so she could check if it was right. Folks, I started laughing again because this was "actually was happening to me." Then, I had to wait again.. . . . . . . .
And wait (8:00pm) . . .
And wait (8:45pm) . . .
Until finally at 9:07pm, I was taken into the back and seated in a cubicle while the RN (or whatever they call them over here), took my blood pressure, my pulse, and my temperature. Good thing this was an ER where the critical jpatients come for treatment. Oh yeah, you bet I was pissed at this time!!! After the blood pressure thingy, they had me (and the rest of the ones they brought back) "sit in the gray chairs" until we could be seen by a doctor. I was living a nightmare!!! By now, my face is totally swollen on the left side, my throat was sore because my face was SO swollen, and the kid next to me was SCREAMING SO LOAD that it gave me a splitting headache!!! I hope you are still laughing because at this point, I was not. At this point, I wanted to chokle the next attendant who walked by and did not stop to help anyone. I think the doctor took a lunch break or something.
Anyway, HAD ME WALK to the xray room where they took an xray; and low-and-behold; the left jawbone was out of the socket. Holy crap, they could just have looked at my face to know that. I know, I know, hospital procedure. At this time, I must pause to commend the xray staff on their quickness and efficiency, since they seemed to be the only department doing anything that might resemble an ER. Okee-dokey!!! Then, once back in "hell," the doctor comes into the "stall"/ "cubical"/ "closet" and tells me that he is going to "snap" (yup, he used the word "snap") my jawbone back into place. Good thing I already knew this or I would have fainted there. But, NO!!! I fainted when I heard AND FELT the "POP!!!!!!!!!!!" Yup, a "POP!!!" Then nothing. I passed out. Thank you, God , for having mercy on me to let me faint at this point.
Once I regained consciousness, the doctor gave me IBUPROFEN to take for pain. WHAT?!!!!!! I asked him point blank, got anything stronger, maybe like Tylenol with codine, vicadan, anything????? He told me that the drugs over here are different than in the US. NO SHIT SHERLOCK, but I know you have stronger stuff than ibuprofen. Nope -- I was sent away with the instructions to take two tablets four times a day. I waited . . . and waited. . . and waited for the doctor to do this??? I could have just had a person punch me before I went in and it would have had the same effect.
Oh yeah, another thing. You ARE permitted to use your cell phones in the ER. Who wudda thunk it??? I called my now savior, Ruth, to come pick me up and take me home because I was in such pain. Bless her heart, Ruth picked me up, then started LAUGHING at my story. Okay Miss Irish Eyes, I'm in pain and you're laughing at me!!! Well, so was I. When I started to unravel the events of the day, I could not believe what I was saying!!! Also, her laugh is so contagious and infectious that one could not help but to laugh. SHEEZ!!! Ruth dropped me off back at my closet, I entered it reluctantly, then collapsed on the bed. OMG, I had to tell someone, so I decided to write my blog last night, which you all know turned out "crappy." Therefore, I called a friend at home (thank you, and you know who you are), so I could get someone to feel for me. Once again, thank you my friend for having SOME compassion for me.
Well, just when you thought the story was over; it wasn't. There was the final act of trying to fall asleep in thriving pain while the baby screamed in the next room. Remember that folks? JMJ (Jesus, Mary & Joseph)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where's the gun?????? As I lay there trying to fall asleep, my jaw hurt sooooooooooo much that I had to something cold on it. That idiot doctor didn't even give me an icepack. And, we do nothing like ice cubes or frozen veggies or the like -- the fridge is the size of a college dorm fridge. So, I did the next best thing. I pulled a frozen French-bread pizza out of the freezer and used that. It worked!!! Don't knock it folks. Once that dough melts a bit, you should see how well it forms to your face. There should be a label on there stating that it's a "multi-purpose" product. Honestly and sadly, this all did happen. And, if it were not for Ruth having a part of this whole experience to back up most of my words, then I would have thought this was just a nightmare -- which I was, and still am.
This morning, I shot an email to another friend, who is probably in hyterics and tears at this point -- along with the rest of you -- just to let someone else know. hen I jthought, this MUST go on my blog page or no one would believe it actually happened. I am still in MUCH pain; however, it is less than yersterday. Plus, the swelling has gone down so the French-bread pizza idea is something to think about the next time you shopping. You may need a back-up plan someday. Hey, they come in twos. As you can tell from this blog that all is well, so to speak, and I'm headed out he door soon to do some shopping for my new house next week. I have migraine medicine that I will use for the pain right now until I see the General Practitioner (GP) on Tuesday. God, let's pray he's better than the doctor in the ER. Thanks for listening to my "crappy" day yesterday and laughing with me this morning friends and family. If you call, then I will have to talk and that's going to hurt.
My apologies top those of you who are from the UK, but this is what I'm experiencing over here and I will only tell the truth on this page. I believe I was just a in the middle of a bad luck-of-the-draw. Sometimes you draw four Aces . . . then the next time you draw "naught" (zeros). Please pray that my day goes a bit better today. And please, I really do want to hear your comments on this entry. I know ther will be some dosies!!! A night to remember . . . or not. Cheers folks.
Now here comes the one SMART thing I did today. I called our former trainer and now good friend, Ruth (you remember Ruth from earlier blogs), to see if she could drive me to the ER, since I had NO CLUE as to where the hospital was located. Well, she was stuck in traffic over towards London on her way home from work, so I did the next best thing. I caught a bus and headed towards town since I knew that the hospital was "that way." The extremely nice and compassionate busdriver, let me off the bus as close as he could to there, then guided me to the Royal Berkshire Hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I honestly thought I was lookeing at a musium or a huge library. I'm looking at it through teary eyes asking myself if I heard the busdriver correctly? UMMM . . . that's a yes! Go check it out on-line. Then, I could not find the damn ER, which was way around the otherside of the building!!!!!!! I hope most of you are laughiung at this point because if I didn't laugh at it, my pain would have been much worse.
Once inside the ER (7:00pm), the wait was on. You should have seen this hospital ER -- looked like I was in from a little hick town in the hills of WV. O.M.G!!!! The "not-so-friendly" women behind the reception desk had the patients stand there (one kid was double-over in pain) and YELL through a glass panel on "Why are you here?" Well, you idiot, let me scream it to you so everyone can hear. Where the hell in the confidentiality around here?!!! Since I could bearly talk at this time, I MADE her give ma a piece of paper so I could write down my issue. That took care of the confidentiality issue -- so I thought. After typing all my inforamtion, she YELLS it back to me just so she could check if it was right. Folks, I started laughing again because this was "actually was happening to me." Then, I had to wait again.. . . . . . . .
And wait (8:00pm) . . .
And wait (8:45pm) . . .
Until finally at 9:07pm, I was taken into the back and seated in a cubicle while the RN (or whatever they call them over here), took my blood pressure, my pulse, and my temperature. Good thing this was an ER where the critical jpatients come for treatment. Oh yeah, you bet I was pissed at this time!!! After the blood pressure thingy, they had me (and the rest of the ones they brought back) "sit in the gray chairs" until we could be seen by a doctor. I was living a nightmare!!! By now, my face is totally swollen on the left side, my throat was sore because my face was SO swollen, and the kid next to me was SCREAMING SO LOAD that it gave me a splitting headache!!! I hope you are still laughing because at this point, I was not. At this point, I wanted to chokle the next attendant who walked by and did not stop to help anyone. I think the doctor took a lunch break or something.
Anyway, HAD ME WALK to the xray room where they took an xray; and low-and-behold; the left jawbone was out of the socket. Holy crap, they could just have looked at my face to know that. I know, I know, hospital procedure. At this time, I must pause to commend the xray staff on their quickness and efficiency, since they seemed to be the only department doing anything that might resemble an ER. Okee-dokey!!! Then, once back in "hell," the doctor comes into the "stall"/ "cubical"/ "closet" and tells me that he is going to "snap" (yup, he used the word "snap") my jawbone back into place. Good thing I already knew this or I would have fainted there. But, NO!!! I fainted when I heard AND FELT the "POP!!!!!!!!!!!" Yup, a "POP!!!" Then nothing. I passed out. Thank you, God , for having mercy on me to let me faint at this point.
Once I regained consciousness, the doctor gave me IBUPROFEN to take for pain. WHAT?!!!!!! I asked him point blank, got anything stronger, maybe like Tylenol with codine, vicadan, anything????? He told me that the drugs over here are different than in the US. NO SHIT SHERLOCK, but I know you have stronger stuff than ibuprofen. Nope -- I was sent away with the instructions to take two tablets four times a day. I waited . . . and waited. . . and waited for the doctor to do this??? I could have just had a person punch me before I went in and it would have had the same effect.
Oh yeah, another thing. You ARE permitted to use your cell phones in the ER. Who wudda thunk it??? I called my now savior, Ruth, to come pick me up and take me home because I was in such pain. Bless her heart, Ruth picked me up, then started LAUGHING at my story. Okay Miss Irish Eyes, I'm in pain and you're laughing at me!!! Well, so was I. When I started to unravel the events of the day, I could not believe what I was saying!!! Also, her laugh is so contagious and infectious that one could not help but to laugh. SHEEZ!!! Ruth dropped me off back at my closet, I entered it reluctantly, then collapsed on the bed. OMG, I had to tell someone, so I decided to write my blog last night, which you all know turned out "crappy." Therefore, I called a friend at home (thank you, and you know who you are), so I could get someone to feel for me. Once again, thank you my friend for having SOME compassion for me.
Well, just when you thought the story was over; it wasn't. There was the final act of trying to fall asleep in thriving pain while the baby screamed in the next room. Remember that folks? JMJ (Jesus, Mary & Joseph)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where's the gun?????? As I lay there trying to fall asleep, my jaw hurt sooooooooooo much that I had to something cold on it. That idiot doctor didn't even give me an icepack. And, we do nothing like ice cubes or frozen veggies or the like -- the fridge is the size of a college dorm fridge. So, I did the next best thing. I pulled a frozen French-bread pizza out of the freezer and used that. It worked!!! Don't knock it folks. Once that dough melts a bit, you should see how well it forms to your face. There should be a label on there stating that it's a "multi-purpose" product. Honestly and sadly, this all did happen. And, if it were not for Ruth having a part of this whole experience to back up most of my words, then I would have thought this was just a nightmare -- which I was, and still am.
This morning, I shot an email to another friend, who is probably in hyterics and tears at this point -- along with the rest of you -- just to let someone else know. hen I jthought, this MUST go on my blog page or no one would believe it actually happened. I am still in MUCH pain; however, it is less than yersterday. Plus, the swelling has gone down so the French-bread pizza idea is something to think about the next time you shopping. You may need a back-up plan someday. Hey, they come in twos. As you can tell from this blog that all is well, so to speak, and I'm headed out he door soon to do some shopping for my new house next week. I have migraine medicine that I will use for the pain right now until I see the General Practitioner (GP) on Tuesday. God, let's pray he's better than the doctor in the ER. Thanks for listening to my "crappy" day yesterday and laughing with me this morning friends and family. If you call, then I will have to talk and that's going to hurt.
My apologies top those of you who are from the UK, but this is what I'm experiencing over here and I will only tell the truth on this page. I believe I was just a in the middle of a bad luck-of-the-draw. Sometimes you draw four Aces . . . then the next time you draw "naught" (zeros). Please pray that my day goes a bit better today. And please, I really do want to hear your comments on this entry. I know ther will be some dosies!!! A night to remember . . . or not. Cheers folks.
Friday, March 05, 2010
Another crappy day
Yes, it was a crappy day, but it got even MORE crappier when I just deleted the long blog page I just typed for about 45 mintues. Needless to say, this will have to wait until tomorrow since I am very tired and cranky. See you later over the weekend, folks. Have a great night. WHEW!!! "What a week I'm having." If you can guess what movie this line is from, I will be very impressed; however, no immediate family member are permitted to say. Good night, Folks. See you here tomorrow.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
MY NEW HOME!!!
I am caught up on my postings at this time. I did not write anything yesterday because I was very sick. I beleive that I'm just exhausted from this whole experience and my body just became too vulnerable for germs. I also have stuffy sinuses. It was not a good night last night, so I will spare you the details -- thank you very much.
I forgot to mention in my eariler blog posting that I have been looking in the evenings at flats (apartments) and houses to let (rent) so I can get out of this place. Well, I finally have a new HOME!!! It is so beautiful and I am very excited to move in; however, as many of you know by now (since I emailed most of you with my new address of which I am not going to pos), I cannot move in to my new place until next Saturday, March 13th. You see, the landlord is just finishing up refurbushing (sp?) this lovely, little "attached" house (which would be the same as a "row" house in the states). Not like "row, row, row your boat." More like, I saw a "row" of people standing outside the theater. BTW, that kind of "row" over here would be called a "queue." And you wonder why people say the the US and the UK are "two countries divided by a common language."
Sorry, I went off on a tangent there. Back to the house. First of all, as most of you know, the neighborhood is very safe and my neighbors are doing well in their professions -- a fireman (Sweet!!!), a university professor, a buisnessman with the BBC. I know that one has a "Beemer" and one has an Audi which they park on the street. My new street is a dead end -- they really do not have cul-de-sacs here. The roads just end. Anyway, I am near the end of the road (I believe three houses down from the end). These houses were built back in the early 1930's when Reading was the thriving business place known for it's exports of the "3B's" -- biscuits, bread, and beer!!! BTW, that's the answer to the trivia question to your right.
Okay, back to the house again. Here's the tour. When you walk in the front door, you enter a small hallway and about five paces up and to the right is a small room with a working fireplace. This will serve as a reading room for me. The entire house has hardwood floors which have been stripped and restored to the original wood. The walls and ceilings have been painted an off-white color. The whole kitchen was gutted so the landlord could place a new tile floor, a tile backsplash, and new appliances.
Once again, back through the tour of the house. If you walk straight without turning into the small front room, you will come to the staircase which leads to the upstairs bedrooms and bathroom. However, just past the staircase, the room opens up into a small living area -- also with a working fireplace (not wood, but gas). Off to the right a bit and looking forward, there is a door which leads to the backyard. Under the staircase is a small walk-in storage closet (which is a bit smaller than the one I'm living in now :-) This is where the electric panel and hot-water tank are located. Walking straight through the living area when entering this space from the front hallway (to your left is just the adjoining wall to my BBC neighbor and his wife) lies the kitchen, and, as I stated earlier, is all new; however, it "looks" like an older kitchen -- I've seen some pictures.
I have an oven, microwave, washer, dryer, new cupboard doors, new floors, and a new granite countertop. I'm telling you folks, this is a real gem!!! What a find!!! When you walk into the kitchen (which is also small but not too small), off to your right is another door leading to the backyard. So I have two doors that lead there. As for the backyard, it is a straight lot of grass that is about 25 - 30 yards long and about 10 -15 yards wide, with a little wooden storage shed in the back. I intend to have a small garden in the back to grow some vegetables of my own. As many of you know, I LOVE to do work outside!!! Can you tell I love this place?
Okay, back inside. Remember the staircase? Well, the stairs are steep going up and small when you step. When you get to the top, there is a wall. You either need to turn right or left. Off to the right is the larger bedroom. This looks out onto the front street. Got the picture in your head? This, too, has a working fireplace. It also has a walk-in closet (still a bit smaller than the one I'm living in now). This will be my room, of course. If you turn left, you step into a small landing area and walk straight into the bathroom -- which also has a fireplace. I'm not if this one works or not??? Anyway, the bathroom is painted a powder blue and the fixtures are all white. This has a small window which looks out into the backyard. The bathroom is big, I must say. Oh yeah, he put new tile on the floor and around the shower/bathtub. Don't worry folks, I did check the water pressure and it's fine.
Back to the top of the stairs. When you turn left onto the landing and turn left again, you walk down a hallway which then turns right down another hallway that leads to the other bedroom. You must step down into this room and the ceiling is slanted on the one side because it's the roof. This looks into the backyard as well. From this window, you can see much of the Reading area since there is a hillside leading down towards more attached house below. It's a very nice view.
So that's the tour folks. I hope you liked it because I sure do!!! Don't worry, you will see planty of pictues of this house. Like I said, it's not big or modern; but it's small and quaint and PERFECT FOR ME!!! I think God have given this to me since I feel like I'm doing penance (sp?) in this closet. It's not furnished, so I can decoate it to my taste, which will be old funiture to match the originality of the house. This house truly has character. I hope some of you will come over to sit with me by my fireplace, drink some tea, and talk until we cannot talk any longer. Right now, I think I found my heaven. Cheers!
I forgot to mention in my eariler blog posting that I have been looking in the evenings at flats (apartments) and houses to let (rent) so I can get out of this place. Well, I finally have a new HOME!!! It is so beautiful and I am very excited to move in; however, as many of you know by now (since I emailed most of you with my new address of which I am not going to pos), I cannot move in to my new place until next Saturday, March 13th. You see, the landlord is just finishing up refurbushing (sp?) this lovely, little "attached" house (which would be the same as a "row" house in the states). Not like "row, row, row your boat." More like, I saw a "row" of people standing outside the theater. BTW, that kind of "row" over here would be called a "queue." And you wonder why people say the the US and the UK are "two countries divided by a common language."
Sorry, I went off on a tangent there. Back to the house. First of all, as most of you know, the neighborhood is very safe and my neighbors are doing well in their professions -- a fireman (Sweet!!!), a university professor, a buisnessman with the BBC. I know that one has a "Beemer" and one has an Audi which they park on the street. My new street is a dead end -- they really do not have cul-de-sacs here. The roads just end. Anyway, I am near the end of the road (I believe three houses down from the end). These houses were built back in the early 1930's when Reading was the thriving business place known for it's exports of the "3B's" -- biscuits, bread, and beer!!! BTW, that's the answer to the trivia question to your right.
Okay, back to the house again. Here's the tour. When you walk in the front door, you enter a small hallway and about five paces up and to the right is a small room with a working fireplace. This will serve as a reading room for me. The entire house has hardwood floors which have been stripped and restored to the original wood. The walls and ceilings have been painted an off-white color. The whole kitchen was gutted so the landlord could place a new tile floor, a tile backsplash, and new appliances.
Once again, back through the tour of the house. If you walk straight without turning into the small front room, you will come to the staircase which leads to the upstairs bedrooms and bathroom. However, just past the staircase, the room opens up into a small living area -- also with a working fireplace (not wood, but gas). Off to the right a bit and looking forward, there is a door which leads to the backyard. Under the staircase is a small walk-in storage closet (which is a bit smaller than the one I'm living in now :-) This is where the electric panel and hot-water tank are located. Walking straight through the living area when entering this space from the front hallway (to your left is just the adjoining wall to my BBC neighbor and his wife) lies the kitchen, and, as I stated earlier, is all new; however, it "looks" like an older kitchen -- I've seen some pictures.
I have an oven, microwave, washer, dryer, new cupboard doors, new floors, and a new granite countertop. I'm telling you folks, this is a real gem!!! What a find!!! When you walk into the kitchen (which is also small but not too small), off to your right is another door leading to the backyard. So I have two doors that lead there. As for the backyard, it is a straight lot of grass that is about 25 - 30 yards long and about 10 -15 yards wide, with a little wooden storage shed in the back. I intend to have a small garden in the back to grow some vegetables of my own. As many of you know, I LOVE to do work outside!!! Can you tell I love this place?
Okay, back inside. Remember the staircase? Well, the stairs are steep going up and small when you step. When you get to the top, there is a wall. You either need to turn right or left. Off to the right is the larger bedroom. This looks out onto the front street. Got the picture in your head? This, too, has a working fireplace. It also has a walk-in closet (still a bit smaller than the one I'm living in now). This will be my room, of course. If you turn left, you step into a small landing area and walk straight into the bathroom -- which also has a fireplace. I'm not if this one works or not??? Anyway, the bathroom is painted a powder blue and the fixtures are all white. This has a small window which looks out into the backyard. The bathroom is big, I must say. Oh yeah, he put new tile on the floor and around the shower/bathtub. Don't worry folks, I did check the water pressure and it's fine.
Back to the top of the stairs. When you turn left onto the landing and turn left again, you walk down a hallway which then turns right down another hallway that leads to the other bedroom. You must step down into this room and the ceiling is slanted on the one side because it's the roof. This looks into the backyard as well. From this window, you can see much of the Reading area since there is a hillside leading down towards more attached house below. It's a very nice view.
So that's the tour folks. I hope you liked it because I sure do!!! Don't worry, you will see planty of pictues of this house. Like I said, it's not big or modern; but it's small and quaint and PERFECT FOR ME!!! I think God have given this to me since I feel like I'm doing penance (sp?) in this closet. It's not furnished, so I can decoate it to my taste, which will be old funiture to match the originality of the house. This house truly has character. I hope some of you will come over to sit with me by my fireplace, drink some tea, and talk until we cannot talk any longer. Right now, I think I found my heaven. Cheers!
Tuesday woes . . .
See Monday's entry below (March 1st) before you read this one.
It has been a terrible night and I must say that, if it were not for a mighty and wonderful friend back in the states, I might have "jumped off Big Ben" last night. You see, the one man renting a room in the same house where I am staying brought his wife over from India to stay for awhile. Well, you see, they did not tell anyone that his 6-month-old daughter was coming as well. OMG, she cried all night!!! I just wanted to bash my head off the wall. I only got 3 hours of sleep last night. I just cannot believe that I am living in this closet with a screaming baby in the room next to me. Holy crap, I didn't sign up for this!!! Needless to say, I'm a bit cranky tonight and I want to apologize to the awesome friend back home who listened to my b___h last night.
As for my workday . . . more of the same as yesterday. Weeding through files "online" and seeing very little paperwork. I must say that this "paperless" system is just NOT the way to run a child protection department. Documents need to be "stand alone" files so people can access the documents and information easily. This is sooooooooo hard to look at a computer screen all day and try to make some sense out of a case while clicking in & out of various windows. It's actually a scarey thing because these kids lives depend on us getting ALL the information we need to protect them. And by clicking in & out of screens on the computer, one is most definately going to miss something important. I just hope the consequenses are not too harmful to the children.
Okay, I think I complained enough for today. There was a tiny little bright spot in the day -- I got to see the sun all day and the folks in Pittsburgh did not. HA HA HA!! I know that's going to come back and bite me in the butt later this year. But it's fun now.
It has been a terrible night and I must say that, if it were not for a mighty and wonderful friend back in the states, I might have "jumped off Big Ben" last night. You see, the one man renting a room in the same house where I am staying brought his wife over from India to stay for awhile. Well, you see, they did not tell anyone that his 6-month-old daughter was coming as well. OMG, she cried all night!!! I just wanted to bash my head off the wall. I only got 3 hours of sleep last night. I just cannot believe that I am living in this closet with a screaming baby in the room next to me. Holy crap, I didn't sign up for this!!! Needless to say, I'm a bit cranky tonight and I want to apologize to the awesome friend back home who listened to my b___h last night.
As for my workday . . . more of the same as yesterday. Weeding through files "online" and seeing very little paperwork. I must say that this "paperless" system is just NOT the way to run a child protection department. Documents need to be "stand alone" files so people can access the documents and information easily. This is sooooooooo hard to look at a computer screen all day and try to make some sense out of a case while clicking in & out of various windows. It's actually a scarey thing because these kids lives depend on us getting ALL the information we need to protect them. And by clicking in & out of screens on the computer, one is most definately going to miss something important. I just hope the consequenses are not too harmful to the children.
Okay, I think I complained enough for today. There was a tiny little bright spot in the day -- I got to see the sun all day and the folks in Pittsburgh did not. HA HA HA!! I know that's going to come back and bite me in the butt later this year. But it's fun now.
Mondays . . what else can I say?
Start Here: I must start these blogs by saying that I wrote them on the days which are in the titles, but I did not get a chance to post them until now. So, I did not forget you. I have been just a bit distracted.
Well, my first day of work was quite uneventful, which was probably a good thing since my brain was "mush" after the two weeks of training. I have so many acronyms to learn and documents to figure out; I just cannot wrap my brain around it all. I KNOW this will take a while to understand. My co-workers are AWESOME -- for now, of course; and there is no reason to think otherwise. My office partner, Rob, is such a nice person and it shows because so many people come to see him. The office is actually an old home which once was a residential home for girls. Originally, it was someone's home. My desk faces out the front windows on the second floor (which is called the "first floor" over here ). When the sun is high in the afternoons, it shines right in my window. How great is HTAT!!! Actually, nobody has a bad view since it was a home originally and we all look nout onto green grass (which is currently brown, but this just temporary). It's kinda cool because the has three meeting rooms which are on the third floor (called the "second floor" here). It super cool to be sitting in the attic space of this home and looking out the windows up on the roof. I will take pictures of it so you will have a visual.
Well, not much more to say since it was my first day at work and all I did was call the IS Dept to get my password -- they forgot to issue me one -- and read the files on the cases which will be handed over to me later. I think I have 12 young persons on my caseload. Not too bad seeing that the caseworkers back in the 'Burgh usually have about 20 - 25 "families" on their caseloads. It may be higher than that now. So, therefore, I consider myself blessed.
Oops, I forgot to mention that I am inheriting a case in which the teen's placement is in Northern Wales and I MUST visit him every two weeks. Oh well, someone must take a train ride across the English countryside to see him; it might as well be me. Yeah for me!!! Like I said earlier, not much more to say other than . . . it's Monday.
Cheers!
Well, my first day of work was quite uneventful, which was probably a good thing since my brain was "mush" after the two weeks of training. I have so many acronyms to learn and documents to figure out; I just cannot wrap my brain around it all. I KNOW this will take a while to understand. My co-workers are AWESOME -- for now, of course; and there is no reason to think otherwise. My office partner, Rob, is such a nice person and it shows because so many people come to see him. The office is actually an old home which once was a residential home for girls. Originally, it was someone's home. My desk faces out the front windows on the second floor (which is called the "first floor" over here ). When the sun is high in the afternoons, it shines right in my window. How great is HTAT!!! Actually, nobody has a bad view since it was a home originally and we all look nout onto green grass (which is currently brown, but this just temporary). It's kinda cool because the has three meeting rooms which are on the third floor (called the "second floor" here). It super cool to be sitting in the attic space of this home and looking out the windows up on the roof. I will take pictures of it so you will have a visual.
Well, not much more to say since it was my first day at work and all I did was call the IS Dept to get my password -- they forgot to issue me one -- and read the files on the cases which will be handed over to me later. I think I have 12 young persons on my caseload. Not too bad seeing that the caseworkers back in the 'Burgh usually have about 20 - 25 "families" on their caseloads. It may be higher than that now. So, therefore, I consider myself blessed.
Oops, I forgot to mention that I am inheriting a case in which the teen's placement is in Northern Wales and I MUST visit him every two weeks. Oh well, someone must take a train ride across the English countryside to see him; it might as well be me. Yeah for me!!! Like I said earlier, not much more to say other than . . . it's Monday.
Cheers!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Reflection Sunday: Weeks 1 & 2
It has been a very busy and chaotic two weeks of uprooting myself from my home in Pittsburgh and placing myself in an unfamiliar country without knowing anyone here. I had no idea what was on the other side of this doorway which God called me through; however, I trust His larger plan for me. Here is what I have come to know through my reflections.
When we walk through any doorway, literally or figuratively, there is no way of knowing what we will encounter on the other side; yet we walk through these doorways every day. We must decide whether or not we want to get out of bed in the morning, or choose to be kind to the person on the other end of a phonecall, or take time to listen to a friend's hardships. These are just some of the doorways which we walk through on a daily basis. Then there are the doorways which usually come around only once in our lifetime, like accepting a job in a foreign country, or making a committment to a spouse, or letting go of a loved one who is about to leave. We may think we know what is through that doorway, but it is only God who knows what we are about to encounter.
I mentioned to a friend this past week that I now have some understand how it must feel when a child is uprooted from his/her family and placed into strange and unfamiliar surroundings. Maybe that is why God has called me to England to help these children find safety and comfort in the midst of a chaotic and unstable homelife. Who knows? Not me. However, I do take comfort in the fact that "God knows." And, with the love, support, and comfort of my family and friends back in the US, I will continue to walk along the pathway which God has guided me on -- so far. I knew that this would not be an easy or mapped-out journey, but I did know that God would be right beside me every step of the way.
I hope you continue to follow me throughout this next week of unknowing expereinces and challenge yourself to recognize the doorways which you are asked to step through each day. Even these small reflections on your "doorways" may lead you to some understanding of what God has in store for you. It may; or it may not. Just take time to reflect -- on whatever is in your heart today. Thank you all for your support and kindness throughout these past two weeks. I promise to try and blog as much as possible and return your comments more frequently. Please let me know if you like this "Reflection Sunday." I would love to hear from you, especially on your reflections; however, that is your "doorway" to step through, not mine.
Good night.
When we walk through any doorway, literally or figuratively, there is no way of knowing what we will encounter on the other side; yet we walk through these doorways every day. We must decide whether or not we want to get out of bed in the morning, or choose to be kind to the person on the other end of a phonecall, or take time to listen to a friend's hardships. These are just some of the doorways which we walk through on a daily basis. Then there are the doorways which usually come around only once in our lifetime, like accepting a job in a foreign country, or making a committment to a spouse, or letting go of a loved one who is about to leave. We may think we know what is through that doorway, but it is only God who knows what we are about to encounter.
I mentioned to a friend this past week that I now have some understand how it must feel when a child is uprooted from his/her family and placed into strange and unfamiliar surroundings. Maybe that is why God has called me to England to help these children find safety and comfort in the midst of a chaotic and unstable homelife. Who knows? Not me. However, I do take comfort in the fact that "God knows." And, with the love, support, and comfort of my family and friends back in the US, I will continue to walk along the pathway which God has guided me on -- so far. I knew that this would not be an easy or mapped-out journey, but I did know that God would be right beside me every step of the way.
I hope you continue to follow me throughout this next week of unknowing expereinces and challenge yourself to recognize the doorways which you are asked to step through each day. Even these small reflections on your "doorways" may lead you to some understanding of what God has in store for you. It may; or it may not. Just take time to reflect -- on whatever is in your heart today. Thank you all for your support and kindness throughout these past two weeks. I promise to try and blog as much as possible and return your comments more frequently. Please let me know if you like this "Reflection Sunday." I would love to hear from you, especially on your reflections; however, that is your "doorway" to step through, not mine.
Good night.
Scottish Ceilidh
I went to see the Reading Scottish Pipe & Drum Corps play at Town Hall today and it was something AWESOME to witness. I stated earlier that I would take video and place it on my blog; however, videotaping and pictures were not permitted. Well, it really doesn't matter because videotaping would not have done this "ceilidh" any justice. BTW, a ceilidh is a traditional Gaelic social event, usually dance and music, originating in Ireland and Scottland. It had to be attended to enjoy all the music, dance and singing. Picture this -- 18 bagpipers, 8 snare drummers, and one bass drummer -- all in their Scottish kilts and sporrans (that's the horsehair drape around the front of the kilt). They marched into the Town Hall concert area and the music just vibrated in your chest. Once up front, the lead bagpiper went to the center and played "Amazing Grace" like I've never heard it before. Oh, you bet I had to wipe the tears in my eyes -- it was BEAUTIFUL!!!!
Along with the Scottish Pipe & Drum Corps, there were Irish dancers, Scottish folk singers and other types of Scottish and Irish music. What an afternoon!!! Reading's Scottish Pipe & Drum Corps are going to play at the 2010 Royal Edinburg Military Tattoo in Edinburg, Scottland thisAugust. This was just a pre-performance as they warm up for the grandure of playing at Edinburg Castle. Needless to say, I had a very fun afternoon. This certainly made up for the crappy week I had. I guess that's just the ebb & flow of this wonderful journey. I am going to experience as much of the UK culture as possible and see the magnificent history of the UK.
Along with the Scottish Pipe & Drum Corps, there were Irish dancers, Scottish folk singers and other types of Scottish and Irish music. What an afternoon!!! Reading's Scottish Pipe & Drum Corps are going to play at the 2010 Royal Edinburg Military Tattoo in Edinburg, Scottland thisAugust. This was just a pre-performance as they warm up for the grandure of playing at Edinburg Castle. Needless to say, I had a very fun afternoon. This certainly made up for the crappy week I had. I guess that's just the ebb & flow of this wonderful journey. I am going to experience as much of the UK culture as possible and see the magnificent history of the UK.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Reflection Sundays
Beginning this Sunday (tomorrow) and every Sunday following, I will reflect on my time over the past week's events/happenings and over my whole experience in the UK. Therefore, by the time most of you will be getting ready for bed on Sunday night, my "Reflection Sunday" entries will be posted. I ask that you take time with me to read these, add your comments, and even share your reflections with me. As you walk along side me on my journey, it is my hope that you will find your "doorway" in which to walk through.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
TGIF
Hi folks. Here's what happened next.
Ruth picked me up at my closet and drove me into town to start at my office. Once again, thank you, Ruth, for driving since I had no money for the bus fare. I walked to my office about one mile outside of Reading Town Center, during which I stepped off a curb and twisted my knee. Damn, that hurt!!! Once there, the office staff looked at me like I had three horns growing out of my head when I asked whom should I see to get started on my job. I wish I could have bottled that look on their faces -- it could go for a high price on eBay. The one "secretary" (by the way, they do not call them secretaries or office administratiors here -- but I am not sure of the other word they use) called someone, then Jackie, a Through Care manager came down with notebook in hand and said "Ready? Come with me. We're going to a planning meeting for a casse you are taking over." Holy poop!!! No time to take off my coat or even hit to "loo" because we were already late.
Driving over, I talked to Jackie about living in England and the experiences I had so far. I had laughing. BTW, did I mention just how much I love the British humor?!!! I sat in on this planning meeting for a young boy who is in the foster system, and I was given serveral tasks to do concerning my first case. These did not sound very diffucult at all, but I know my duties will be magnified until I get accustomed to the system over here. Once back in the office, I was assigned my office and cases, which I am not too anxious about. I share an office with another person, Rob; quite a nice fella (that's the British coming out in me). They do not use "paper" files here so everything is on their computer system, except the older files which pre-dated their computerized system.
Well, I know why they have a backlog of child protection cases -- their computer files and system suck. Not saying that the computers do not work, but one needs to click into so many different file on-line that it is extremely difficult to visually put all the information into some working order. They asked me what I thought of their computer system and I let them know how I felt. The rest of the caseworkers/managers agreed with my take of this paperless way to run a child protection agency. If anything is going to happen here for the better, they MUST have open, active paper files on these children. Too much gets lost within this paperless system.
Sidebar: Forgot to mention that I found out where my mail was going -- to my office. I got all my checks, debit card, paystub (Yeah), and other mail sent to me. It was all in my inbox. Thank God I was able to get money out -- i have to do some shopping tomorrow.
After work, the newbies went out for a drink at O'Neill's pub. I had one drink and was fading fast. I still had to catch my bus back home to my closet, so after watching a football game on TV and trying to talk over all the shouting, I left the pub at 8:00pm. I know I drifted in and out of a semi-conscious state on the bus because my brain and body were now able to rest for the weekend. Luckily, I snapped into awareness just before my bus stop. WHEW, that was close!!! I jumped on my computer last night to check emails and look at the news back in the states (pretty crappy weather the 'Burgh is getting -- at least I am warmer and see the sun every now and then). Finally, I drifted off to sleep. TGIF!!!!
Ruth picked me up at my closet and drove me into town to start at my office. Once again, thank you, Ruth, for driving since I had no money for the bus fare. I walked to my office about one mile outside of Reading Town Center, during which I stepped off a curb and twisted my knee. Damn, that hurt!!! Once there, the office staff looked at me like I had three horns growing out of my head when I asked whom should I see to get started on my job. I wish I could have bottled that look on their faces -- it could go for a high price on eBay. The one "secretary" (by the way, they do not call them secretaries or office administratiors here -- but I am not sure of the other word they use) called someone, then Jackie, a Through Care manager came down with notebook in hand and said "Ready? Come with me. We're going to a planning meeting for a casse you are taking over." Holy poop!!! No time to take off my coat or even hit to "loo" because we were already late.
Driving over, I talked to Jackie about living in England and the experiences I had so far. I had laughing. BTW, did I mention just how much I love the British humor?!!! I sat in on this planning meeting for a young boy who is in the foster system, and I was given serveral tasks to do concerning my first case. These did not sound very diffucult at all, but I know my duties will be magnified until I get accustomed to the system over here. Once back in the office, I was assigned my office and cases, which I am not too anxious about. I share an office with another person, Rob; quite a nice fella (that's the British coming out in me). They do not use "paper" files here so everything is on their computer system, except the older files which pre-dated their computerized system.
Well, I know why they have a backlog of child protection cases -- their computer files and system suck. Not saying that the computers do not work, but one needs to click into so many different file on-line that it is extremely difficult to visually put all the information into some working order. They asked me what I thought of their computer system and I let them know how I felt. The rest of the caseworkers/managers agreed with my take of this paperless way to run a child protection agency. If anything is going to happen here for the better, they MUST have open, active paper files on these children. Too much gets lost within this paperless system.
Sidebar: Forgot to mention that I found out where my mail was going -- to my office. I got all my checks, debit card, paystub (Yeah), and other mail sent to me. It was all in my inbox. Thank God I was able to get money out -- i have to do some shopping tomorrow.
After work, the newbies went out for a drink at O'Neill's pub. I had one drink and was fading fast. I still had to catch my bus back home to my closet, so after watching a football game on TV and trying to talk over all the shouting, I left the pub at 8:00pm. I know I drifted in and out of a semi-conscious state on the bus because my brain and body were now able to rest for the weekend. Luckily, I snapped into awareness just before my bus stop. WHEW, that was close!!! I jumped on my computer last night to check emails and look at the news back in the states (pretty crappy weather the 'Burgh is getting -- at least I am warmer and see the sun every now and then). Finally, I drifted off to sleep. TGIF!!!!
The Remaining Week
Well, it's the end of my second week of my new journey and it was a little rough at times; however, with the help of my friends, family and God, I am happy to say that things are much better. On Tuesday, I was thinking that I must have been so foolish to think I could actually move to a new country on my own, without knowing a soul here, and begin work in helping the children in the UK. I know I am not Wonder Woman or Mother Teresa (now there's a comparison), but I really did think that I could be of some assistance with my knowledge, skills, compassion and faith in God. Figuratively, I was tripping over rocks, climbing hills that looked too steep to traverse, and sliding out of control on mudslick pathways throughout the rest of the week. I questioned myself constantly, saying "What did I get myself into?; Why did I ever begin this trek/journey?; I should have stayed back in my comfort zone."
On Tuesday, I went to look at a place to stay, but it was not in a very good location which is convenient to busses and was surrounded mostly by college students. Too noisey -- yeah, I'm 43 years and like to have my quite time. On the way home, I got lost and walked for about two hours trying to get back to my area. My shins ached so much on Wednesday that it was hard to concentrate on my training. Did I mention that it was raining and my umbrella broke? Yep, sure did!!! Wednesday was a day in which I was trying to figure out where in the heck my bank checks and debit card was to. I had no cash on me and I could not get my money out of the bank. Thank God, the person training us lived close to me, so she gave me a ride home -- yeah Ruth!!! I was going to enter a blog that night, but I was so tired, I just watched the news on my computer and listened to music until I fell asleep -- very late!!!
Thursday was . . . okay compared to the beginning of the week, but still not without it's mishaps and misfurtunes. Once again, I was caught out in the rain (this time WITH an umbrella) trying to find the new location of our training site. I finally found it after my pant legs, shoes, and socks got SOAKED!!! Nothing like wet shoes and socks for the rest of the day. STINKY!!! I ran to the bank at lunch to find out what happened to my checks and debit card. The office person was taking so long, I quickly explained to her that I had to get back to work so she would have to call me about anything. A very kind and patient woman, who had an Asian and British accent -- not again, I cannot understand anything these Brits say. I just rolled my eyes, gave her the international sign to "call me," then bolted back through the rain to training. As I sat there shivering trying to listen to Ruth talk with an Irish and British dialect, I truely felt like I was living on another plant. But alas, not another planet, just a different country. After we were finsihed with training, Ruth and I went for coffee to chit-chat, then she drove me home again. This is the one shining bright star about this whole week -- Ruth and I are become friends. Yeah, I have a new friend in the UK. God help her!
Then on Friday, I started my new job. Check out the next post for what happened next . . . .
On Tuesday, I went to look at a place to stay, but it was not in a very good location which is convenient to busses and was surrounded mostly by college students. Too noisey -- yeah, I'm 43 years and like to have my quite time. On the way home, I got lost and walked for about two hours trying to get back to my area. My shins ached so much on Wednesday that it was hard to concentrate on my training. Did I mention that it was raining and my umbrella broke? Yep, sure did!!! Wednesday was a day in which I was trying to figure out where in the heck my bank checks and debit card was to. I had no cash on me and I could not get my money out of the bank. Thank God, the person training us lived close to me, so she gave me a ride home -- yeah Ruth!!! I was going to enter a blog that night, but I was so tired, I just watched the news on my computer and listened to music until I fell asleep -- very late!!!
Thursday was . . . okay compared to the beginning of the week, but still not without it's mishaps and misfurtunes. Once again, I was caught out in the rain (this time WITH an umbrella) trying to find the new location of our training site. I finally found it after my pant legs, shoes, and socks got SOAKED!!! Nothing like wet shoes and socks for the rest of the day. STINKY!!! I ran to the bank at lunch to find out what happened to my checks and debit card. The office person was taking so long, I quickly explained to her that I had to get back to work so she would have to call me about anything. A very kind and patient woman, who had an Asian and British accent -- not again, I cannot understand anything these Brits say. I just rolled my eyes, gave her the international sign to "call me," then bolted back through the rain to training. As I sat there shivering trying to listen to Ruth talk with an Irish and British dialect, I truely felt like I was living on another plant. But alas, not another planet, just a different country. After we were finsihed with training, Ruth and I went for coffee to chit-chat, then she drove me home again. This is the one shining bright star about this whole week -- Ruth and I are become friends. Yeah, I have a new friend in the UK. God help her!
Then on Friday, I started my new job. Check out the next post for what happened next . . . .
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Dreary Day
It was a shitty day all around today. The weather was/still is wet & cold. Training was extremely boring. My umbrella twisted inside out (Broke). We are all finding out that what Reading Borough & Reed Globadl told us prior to coming to the UK is not the whole picture. Much of the important / bulk of the matter was told to us wrong. And I walked about 15 miles in the dark to find places to call to rent. However, when I went to call them, my phone was out of minutes. Therefore, I just walked home in the dark to mtiny closet. My only companions right now are my computer, my book I'm reading, and my journal. It has to get better tomorrow . . .it has too.
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