P.S. to my New Year%92s Posting
Among the things I didn't want to repeat in 2008 were some pretty traumatic things that happened to my son, bicycle crashes, ATV mishaps, an accident with a meat cleaver, you get the picture.
The worst, though, was the night he and his girlfriend got mugged when returning home from the fireworks in August. That night, as he stumbled into the street after being hit in the face, bleeding and panicked, a vehicle stopped. Then, when my son called out for help, they did an amazing thing. They got out of their truck, and they helped. The 7 people who were attacking realized the numbers weren't in their favor anymore, and they took off. The good samaritans could have left it at that, but they took the kids into the safety of their home, got my son (who was bleeding profusely from a gash over his eyebrow) a towel, called the police and let the kids stay inside their home until the police came, and then an ambulance took them to the hospital. A few days later, their child found the bag that had been stolen in a nearby park, and so even that was returned. They didn't ask for anything in return, and didn't want any hoopla over what had happened. They were just glad to have been able to help.
This P.S. is a thank you again, and a blessing. May the good that you did come back to you ten-fold. Thank you for the reminder that there are good people in the great big city out there, who will stop to help someone in trouble.
The reason I'm posting this now is simple. The New Year's post reminded me of things, good and bad, from 2007. What you did was definitely one of the best things. So, no names, no location, no hoopla, just positive energy from everyone who reads this. Thank you again for stepping in when it would have been so easy to just drive right on by.
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No New Year%92s Resolutions
Happy New Year Everyone! Hope the first day of 2008 finds you happy, healthy and safe. I have decided not to make any resolutions, since I never stick to them anyway! Who needs the guilty conscience? Instead, I've compiled a list of things I hope I don't have to do or deal with in 2008, as follows:
I hope I can get through 2008 without once stepping on a freshly regurgitated hairball at 5:30 in the morning, in the dark, only to land in the rest of the goop the cat coughed up with my other foot when I jump back in disgust.
I hope I don't have to pick my son up from the Emergency room even once, or add another folder to our camera pics entitled, "Face meets pavement (after wiping out while extreme biking), "After the mugging" (when my son and his girlfriend were attacked after the fireworks in August, may karma lay some serious repercussions on the 7 warriors who were brave enough to attack a young man and woman walking alone), "leg wounds" (after rolling down a hill when the ATV couldn't quite make it), etc, etc. In fact, I think I'll just bind him in bubble wrap for the rest of his life.
I hope I never again get whiplash without actually hitting something or being hit. (I know, I didn't think it was possible either, don't ask).
I hope the construction company never moves another display home into the empty lot next door at 3:30 in the morning when I have to be up at 5:30 for work.
Okay, that's enough of what I don't want. You get the picture, 2007 was a weird year.
On the bright side, we made it through.
May the orders for work keep coming, may the universe allow me to continue to create, in big ways and small, and may my family, and yours, have a great year. I wish you peace on your journey. And no hairballs.
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