Sunday, September 7

On my mind

We left town Friday as soon as we picked Payton up for the weekend. He had another GREAT day at kindergarten and was thrilled to be going to Papa Gene's and Grandma's house. Matt had his guard weekend and I had plans to catch up with family and friends.

I did a lot. I had a lot of fun. My mom and I had another productive shopping excursion and I couldn't be happier with the time we had together. It was special as no other time with any other person can be.

But, the thing...or person...who is on my mind, wasn't even in my life until 2:00pm on Saturday afternoon. I'd never met her, never seen her, never heard of her. Really, she's not in my life now. She just touched my life and reminded me of who I was and what I've become.

Amanda. She was my masseuse when Mom took me for a massage as a splurge. I tend to be really quiet when getting my massages. I like to just relax and enjoy the massage. But this time, I was chatty.

You see, we went to the massage school in my hometown. My student masseuse was Amanda. Amanda is eighteen. And trying really, really hard to make the most of her life. I'm not sure what led me to talk to her, but I asked her very personal questions. Some things you don't even ask your friends you've known for years.

She is trying to overcome issues her life has dealt her and poor decisions she's made. She's learning, growing and maturing. She's more mature than most eighteen year olds I know. Heck, she's more mature than most 22 year olds I know. She's working, going to school, living on her own and trying to make it all work. She's got big hopes. She's got big dreams. She's trying to make it all happen. Without much, if any, support.

I remember being in that stage in my life. I'm still living it. I know that life didn't deal me great cards. And I didn't make the best decisions. But I learned. I tried and I made it work. I know that Amanda can too. I hope she does. I PRAY that she does. I feel for her in my heart and she's been on my mind since we parted on Saturday.

We have so much in common that I felt compelled to share my email address and blog address with her. So, Amanda, if you're reading this, I know you can overcome and persevere. I know that you can complete your dreams and make it all happen for you. Don't give up. I'm rooting for you and cheering you on, all the way from Michigan. And feel free to email me anytime. Really, I mean that.


P~Bear said...

Recently I copied this quote from someplace or other. It seems to fit here. We love ya.
"Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid." - John Keats

Marissa said...

Awwww, I feel the love for Amanda too! You CAN do it, girl! I've overcome, conquered and kept on rocking...not without tears wept & sweat poured though. Its how we handle the cards we're dealt that build the character we wish to have.

Oh and E, go reread my todays blog entry. I just updated it. Rock on with my bad self. ;)

Jen said...

Sounds like you were placed on that massage table for greater purpose. I am sure your advice touched Amanda.

Amanda if you are reading this, know what a great person has entered your life and believe her when she says you CAN do it and she is here for you. She is a great and special friend!!

Kim Cervone said...

Rock on, Amanda. You are on the right track, girl!