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time goes by I'm dog sitting for my boss for the next few days, and I've gotta say, it's a little weird to be in his house. Last time I stayed there, I was just getting to know Tim. We'd already met, and in fact, had an IM conversation on my boss' computer about whether or not we wanted to be boyfriend/girlfriend. There was a night where I'd stayed out all night with my girlfriends, driving to my boss' house, chatting with Tim on the phone, at 4:30am, the sun just starting to come up. It's amazing to me how much different things are now. The surroundings in the house are very different. The house has been repainted, re-tiled, and has new furnishings. The computer is in a different room now. And I'm in a completely different place...emotionally...spiritually... It felt weird to be there and have so many things different. I didn't sleep well. Before I left for my boss' house, my father was questioning me about where I was going. When I told him I was dogsitting at my boss' house, his immediate response was, "But that's so dangerous!!" I asked him how that was any different than my living alone in my apartment, and he didn't answer me. It isn't like my boss lives in a dangerous neighborhood, and of course, having a dog there, will alert me to any suspiciousness that could occur. But the seed was planted, and of course when I went to bed last night, all the strange noises that one hears in an unfamiliar house..plus the dog walking around...got the best of me, and I laid there awake for awhile. I called Artboy and chatted with him until I was sleepy and sometime after 1:40am, I fell asleep. I woke around 6am to the noise of the cars whizzing by on the freeway which is located just over the wall. I definitely won't move that close to a freeway; it's amazing how noisy it is--even with two very high walls between the house and the freeway. I purchased Oprah's 20th Anniversary DVD a couple weeks ago, and I broke it out the other night and began to watch. My mom joined me, and we sat on the couch, watching, with tears streaming down our faces. One story that really got me was about this young woman who had moved to this country without her family who was severely burned when a young man's SUV struck her car head on. He had been drinking. Her face had melted away, and to see her just broke your heart. But she was so positive. She allowed herself to cry for 5 minutes each day about what had happened or was happening, and that was it. She had forgiven the young man who had done this to her, saying that he made a terrible mistake, but he wasn't an awful person. His mother was there and came up on stage with her, and was trying to talk to her, but became emotional and had a difficult time getting it. And the girl reached over and touched the woman and told her it was okay. And that really got to me. This girl who had this awful thing happen to her at the hands of this mother's son, was comforting the mother. The mother was finally able to tell her how sorry they were and how she was never far from her thoughts..prayed for her during all of her surgeries, and that she was just so sorry this had happened to her, and the girl gave her a hug and told her it was okay. I lost it. I'm not certain that I'd be so strong to go on...let alone be so forgiving and caring. |