posted on June 12, 2012 – Some of you may have read my story about being very young with a hearing problem and how it was resolved. Like most people I continued on my way with the unexpected mishaps that seem to make up life for each of us. I’d like to share them with you. Today I’ll sum up my mid-twenties.
Welcome to the mid-twenties, well isn’t life just a bed of roses. Not!
At twenty five I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease. I’d lived with the pain for years. Just kept getting worse. Finally I had major surgery where part of my small intestine was removed. Just prior to that I wasn’t able to keep the baby I had been carrying, just prior to that I became a single mom responsible for my 1 ½ year old baby girl and my 5 year old son. After the surgery I had no as in NO control over my bowels without taking daily doses of nasty pharmaceuticals. I was told that would always be the case. I had no job and to be honest very little outside support. My sisters were awesome, however.
I think at one point I weighed 92 pounds. And there were physical complications for years. But I didn’t give up or in. I overcame when I was told I couldn’t do it. I don’t take any more of those nasty drugs. I control things. Oh and I have been free of Crohns for a long time. There are lots more of my ‘life’s learning adventures’ of how I got from there to here, for more read on, or wait until another visit!
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posted on July 30, 2012….continuing on:
When I was 29 years old I lived in Florida. My children are grown up now so this was some time ago. The exact location isn’t important, but it was in one of the larger cities in that state. It was late afternoon. I had been visiting a friend. My little ones were spending the night elsewhere so my evening was free to enjoy.
As I left my friend’s home and was walking towards my car, two men in a vehicle driving slowly down the street pulled up beside me. The one on the passenger side of the window rolled down his window and asked for directions. He was opening his door as he did so, but I felt no reason for alarm.
I was not prepared for what happened next. His right arm came around in a fist and connected with my left cheek. I wasn’t knocked out but everything went fuzzy. There was a taste like that of sawdust in my mouth. I was grabbed and taken to some place nearby. The next period of time was anyone’s, but most specially a woman’s, worst nightmare come true. I was beaten, verbally degraded and repeatedly raped. It seemed to go on and on.
I reached a point where I was afraid I wouldn’t leave there alive. In fact through the blur of pain of which I was becoming numb, I was certain of it. I began to pray but I did feel it was hopeless. I would not see my children grow up or be there for them. It was all I could think of.
There came a point when I heard one of them say he was going to get more beer. I heard the door close. The other was semi-passed out by then from having so much to drink. A short while later I became aware that it was quiet, quiet except for a snoring guttural sound coming from the one still there.
I think one of the bravest things I’ve ever done I did that night when I slowly got up from where I lay, grabbing the small pile of my discarded clothing, and moved quietly towards the door. I made it outside, I dressed quickly. It was dark and very late at night. I didn’t know the time or where I was. I could see from some of the street lights that I was in a rundown neighborhood. I began to run and run and run and finally when I could run no more I walked.
I hurt. I hurt bad, but I was alive, I. Was. Alive. With each passing step I knew I was going to make it. I was sure of it. It was then, with tears of joy from being alive streaming down by face, I began thanking God for blessing me with another day. And it was then that the sun began to rise. I had been going through my ordeal for most of the night.
As the sun rose and I limped to get help, I continued to cry. I cried for the love of my children, for the love of my life, and mostly for the love of my God. Yes I truly do love the sunshine!
posted on August 15th, 2012 …continuing on
Hello again, it took awhile for me to be really okay again after the last experience, I worked with organizations that helped people who had gone through similar things as I. Helping others helped me heal myself.
In my early thirties I moved back from Florida to my home state of Oregon.
I had picked up certain work skills in the course of my twenties, painting portraits for a living (while recovering from the Crohn’s surgery) and then managing a few restaurants. I continued doing similar things after I moved back to Oregon. I was good at management but it wasn’t rewarding and I discovered I had more pleasure in showing others with talent how to paint and market a portrait than in doing portraits myself.
And then an odd twist happened to my small portrait business. Many of the artists that I had been working with were graphic designers. It was what they did to make a living. They wanted to be artists but had not had much success in selling their art or their portraits. These same artists asked me to get them graphic design jobs, so I went looking and pretty soon my business changed from a portrait business to a advertising and marketing business (so I could keep my artist friends in funds).
Now I’m in my mid-thirties with a small business that had morphed into something different from what it was. I changed the name and tried to catch up on what I didn’t know about marketing (almost everything!), I took classes and read a lot of marketing and advertising books purchased from Portland State University. It was a challenge, because I was also raising my children and trying to keep my business afloat.
When I learn something I feel this need to pass it on. So within a year I was giving “marketing” basics” workshops through Portland’s Small Business Association to young start-up businesses. The interesting thing here was that half the people who attended weren’t small businesses, they were mid-size companies that had expanding rapidly but were having trouble keeping up with the change. And they themselves had forgotten some of the basics. So while I was busy giving workshops I was creating more clients at the same time, surprised me, but I was learning as I went along. This completes the latest update in my backstory about how I got from there to here! More later, for those who are interested!