My Thoughts

“9 1 1, what’s the address of your emergency?” the call taker asked as he casually answered the phone. “Sam? Samantha?” a nervous voice asked in whispered tones. “9 1 1, what’s the address of your emergency?” the call taker asked again, growing a bit impatient. It was well after midnight, and the phones had been slow this evening, but the call taker was pulling a double and had been at work for over 12 hours. He was not in the mood for a prank call. “I’m lookin’ for Sam Vickers,” the voice trembled. The call taker grunted, “This is 9 1 1. Do you have an emergency?” “Sam Vickers?” the voice whispered. The call taker rolled his eyes and muted his phone. Leaning back in his chair to round the wall of his tiny cubicle, he yelled down the way toward his supervisor. “Someone on 9 1 1 is asking for you, Sam.” Samantha stepped into a vacant cubicle and plugged in her headset. “9 1 1, what’s the address of your emergency?” “I’m lookin’ for Sam.” “You found her. What’s t...

Today is July 3; It has been a long and very lazy day................I don't do so well with boredom. Had 3 women stop by to witness to me and ask me to bible study tomorrow. Their big point was that God can be female, too, as the mother, and we read together out of revelations. Kate, Whit and I went to Sonic for happy hour to get patriotic slushes, but only Kate got a red slush............and it was so hot we had to come home instead of sit and talk.  We wouldn't have done much talking anyway as the girls got into one of their persistent and angry spats.  Whit and Kate are constantly on each other's nerves, each making the other mad by the mere act of breathing. Everything makes Kate mad.  She hates the dog and the food I cook.  She hates our music and our boring life where all we seem to do is read.  But, her anger and rage are better than her self-destructive days of drug use and wasting to nothingness.  Whit is right, I tend to try to give K...

Day 8 – Jan 21 I am exhausted today and not sure I can do this. But I know as soon as I say I can't, I can. I am good and mad. I am scared and unclear. Each day brings new challenges or brings the same challenges again and again. With every step forward, I swear there are 10 steps back. Today is more community service and a call from the doctor's office......chlamydia. It just gets better and better. I can do this...........I can do this. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Whitney is struggling with this, and today, I broke down. I did break down. It was not pretty. Then Whitney had a break down and cried. We have been discussing lots and lots how to handle this current situation. Jack texted me to tell me he misses her. It's surreal that he shows her so much attention when he bipassed Melanie and at best ignores Whitney. I am completely caught in a spiderweb. When I heard Coldplay's “Trouble” a couple da...