Holiday Joy

There’s a benefit in helping others!

Recently a mom in one of my FB groups talked about how upset she was that she couldn’t get photos of her infant daughter this Christmas because she was low on funds. The pics cost $20.

Now, to many people, Christmas pics may not be a big deal. But to her, they were very important. See, last year her first child, at the age of 3 months, was killed in a car accident. He was never able to celebrate Christmas. So, this would be a new milestone for her baby daughter to achieve.

I didn’t want her to miss capturing these moments so I asked for her address and sent her a $20 bill. She was very gracious.

Have you heard when you give, it can come back to you? Well, last weekend Team Turner went to a UNC football game. We got there late and caught a late shuttle to the stadium. We were supposed to have bought a wristband to board, but the person handing out bands had left. The driver told us to go on and get onboard, but we’d still have to a pay the money when we board after the game. Well, it was a blowout, so we left at halftime. The driver once again asked for our bands. I told our story and pulled out my wallet. She said don’t worry about it!

I feel that we were blessed for helping others. And the biggest blessing came yesterday when the mom shared with me her gorgeous Santa photos. My heart melted!

There's a benefit in helping others!

Recently a mom in one of my FB groups talked about how upset she was that she couldn't get photos of her infant daughter this Christmas because she was low on funds. The pics cost $20.

Now, to many people, Christmas pics may not be a big deal. But to her, they were very important. See, last year her first child, at the age of 3 months, was killed in a car accident. He was never able to celebrate Christmas. So, this would be a new milestone for her baby daughter to achieve.

I didn't want her to miss capturing these moments so I asked for her address and sent her a $20 bill. She was very gracious.

Have you heard when you give, it can come back to you? Well, last weekend Team Turner went to a UNC football game. We got there late and caught a late shuttle to the stadium. We were supposed to have bought a wristband to board, but the person handing out bands had left. The driver told us to go on and get onboard, but we'd still have to a pay the money when we board after the game. Well, it was a blowout, so we left at halftime. The driver once again asked for our bands. I told our story and pulled out my wallet. She said don't worry about it! 

I feel that we were blessed for helping others. And the biggest blessing came yesterday when the mom shared with me her gorgeous Santa photos. My heart melted!
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Thanks Giving

Thanks Giving

It always feels nice to do something for someone else, but it seems to be a special lasting memory when you do it for someone you’ve never met!  I had that experience this past Sunday when ladies from our fitness/Zumba studio went and decorated the outside of someone’s house for Christmas.  The wife and husband had gone on a motorcycle ride right before the 4th of July.  She hated motorcycles but they decided to go on a couples ride with their friends.  On the way back from lunch, their motorcycle was involved in an accident.  He died instantly at the scene, she was thrown 90 feet and it was unknown if she would survive.

After month of hospitalizations and surgeries she was released.  It took many sessions of physical therapy for her to learn how to walk again. One of the most difficult things about the entire incident is that they have two sons (now ages 8 and 10).  The Anderson family’s life has been turned upside – just like that.  This holiday season will not be as joyful as usual.  The family wasn’t sure if they were going to decorate inside the house and knew they weren’t going to decorate the outside (because that’s what dad did and it was too much physically for the mom to do solo).

So, while the family was away, we snuck over to their house and started decorating the outside of the house.  We used some of their decorations, but also added some new items.  It was cold.  It was rainy. It was nasty.  I would have much rather been in bed, HOWEVER, I knew that my little inconvenience was nothing compared to all the struggles they’d been through.  My entire body warmed as I saw the family pull up and the smile on the mother’s face.  After hearing her story and how hard these past five months have been, I knew we helped bring them a little joy this holiday season.

The horrible ironic part of the entire situation is that while I was helping a complete stranger, around the same time, a high school cheerleading friend of mine drove up on the scene over her husband’s overturned car and now her family is struggling as he fights for his life.  Unfortunately for Helen’s situation, the main thing they need now is prayer is hopes that Chris will wake up and be able to celebrate their first Christmas with their four month old son.  So if you’re prayerful, please say a special prayer for the Vaughan family and all those struggling with family loses this year.

December 2011

Facebook Prayer


MYTNatural

 Facebook Prayer

Many of us have this addiction to Facebook and we use it for various things.  If we’re are curious about someone, need a good laugh or are trying to catch someone in a lie – it can all be found on Facebook.

Recently, though, I was part of Facebook being used for something else.  A man.  His name is Anthony Payton.  He played football the years I cheered for the Louisville Fire.  He had an amazing voice and I remember singing to his CD whenever I needed entertainment in my car.  Awesome talent.  Great guy.  Funny personality.

Then there was a post on his Facebook page on August 22: “Anthony was in a serious motorcycle accident this afternoon. He broke both femurs so he has to have surgery tomorrow. They just put pins in to start traction. His arms are REALLY cut up! He’s in bad shape, but stable. He went through the windshield. We need many prayers!!! He’s a trooper! Thank you!!”

And the prayers started.  The next day we heard: “Anthony just got out of surgery and is in recovery. They said the surgery went well! PTL!! If all goes well, he may get one of the rods put in around Thursday. Thanks so much for all of your thoughts and prayers! We greatly appreciate them all!! Please keep ’em coming;-) ♥”

And the prayers kept coming, because the following day we read: “PLEASE pray for Anthony! After surgery last night, he had trouble coming out of the anesthesia. He hasn’t really been responsive. They moved him 2 ICU & put him on a vent 2 help him breathe easier. He is in CT right now 2 find out why he’s having trouble breathing & why he’s not really waking up. I am so scared & need prayers pouring in! I need my husband to be ok. Please pray for him 2 be strong!! I know that he still has such a huge purpose & need him here! Thank you so much!! Love you all!”

It just breaks your heart.  Person after person after person sent out their prayers asking AP to wake up.  Biblical versus were typed.  People posted their favorite songs he performed.  And then this Tuesday there was hope:

“I am cautiously excited about Anthony’s progress today!! He waved, gave thumbs up, and shook his head several times!! He has seemed much more alert! Praying he can continue to move in this wonderful direction!! We have cried with joy today and it’s a wonderful feeling! I’m SO ready to have my husband back!! Please keep the prayers coming!!! We are so thankful to have so many people keeping Anthony and our family in their thoughts and prayers!! It’s means the world to me! Love you all!”

And last night this: “Praise Jesus in the heavens above!!! Anthony Eugene Payton just came off the ventilator!!! Hallelujah!! Miracles are happenin’ ’round here!!! Please continue to send up prayers for his continued recovery! Thank you! Love you all!!”

I learned that Facebook is not the root of all evil and can sometimes be the presence of genuine prayer.  Anthony still has a long battle ahead but it’s great to see that improvements are being made.  Motorcycles – I don’t like them.  Motorcyles – we don’t need them.  Motorcycles – quit taking all of our Black men away.

DUI and I

Dec 10-2My fiancé and I had just returned from an amazing trip to North Carolina.  He lives in Indianapolis about 45 minutes from the airport.  It had been snowing so it took us a little bit longer to get home.  We were only about a block from his house and were sitting at a stop light.  All of a sudden – BAM!!  A car ran into the back of us.  Before Milton could explode, I suggested he calm down, stop the car, get out, check everything and get the driver’s information.

Luckily there was no damage to Milton’s or the other driver’s car.  Milton suggested I get back in the car to stay warm.  He stayed outside to continue talking with the lady and get her license plate # and all other info.  When he got back into the car, he was on his cell phone and LIVID!  This lady was drunk!!  Milton immediately called 911 to report the incident.  He noticed the lady had a ½ empty bottle of brandy on her passenger seat.

Once the police came, we were told we could leave since there were no injuries and no car damage.  We went on our way to the grocery store and left 30 minutes later.  We drove back to the scene and saw the lady’s car sitting on the side of the road, the police car had its lights on and the lady was sitting in the back of the police car.

Turns out, homegirl had a blood alcohol level of .24!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Not good.  So not good.  None of this made for a happy fiancé.  BUT HERE’S THE THING – Milton and I stopped a drunk driver.  Yeah, she hit us.  But, there was no damage to our car.  My back started hurting a couple of hours later and I’ve been seeing my chiropractor and am feeling better. Think about if she would have kept driving.  She could have serious injured or killed someone.  She could have killed us! As much as we were inconvenienced for that hour on Sunday, the experience ended up being a blessing in disguise.  The lady was arrested for public intoxication, driving under the influence and reckless driving.  The only Christmas she ruined was her own.  And, although I had some back pains, it was the perfect reason to get some good massages once we arrived home!!!

M.Y. December 2010

Hit Me

“Hit Me”

Apr10-2Recently I had two visions.  With both of them, I thought nothing of it and contributed them to either gas, hunger, or boredom.  For weeks we had been trying to get tickets to a sold-out event.  One ticket would come available, but not two together.  While at work, this feeling came over me that said ‘the tickets are yours’.  Twenty minutes later I received a call saying two tickets were now available.  Coincidence? Maybe.

The other feeling told me that I was going to be in a car accident over the weekend.  I had a trip to Indianapolis planned.  I knew I wouldn’t cancel my trip, so I just drove extra carefully there.  I didn’t use my cell phone.  When it started to rain, I kept both hands on the steering wheel and slowed down.  It was a relief to make it safely to Indy.  On Sunday morning it was raining really hard as we drove to church and I thought maybe the accident would happen then.  It didn’t.

So, I started my trek back to Louisville.  The rain had stopped.  Traffic was fine.  As I drove through Jeffersonville I thought about how my mind was probably just playing tricks on me.  I was thankful to see the Louisville skyline and thinking about what I needed from the grocery – and then it happened!

I was in the left most lane on 1-65 in Jeffersonville and a white truck swerves into my lane.  As the truck hit my suv, I honk my horn and keep both hands on the steering wheel so that I avoid the cement divider immediately to my left.  I can remember upon impact thinking “this is the accident you were thinking about”.  I slowed down on the left side of the expressway waiting for the white truck to also pull over.

But he didn’t!  I watched him drive off.  So now I had two options. 1 – stop and call 911.  2- follow the jerk and get his license.  Anyone that knows me, knows that I pulled off to catch him!

As I am crossing the bridge into Louisville my entire bumper flies off my suv.  Cars begin honking.  I keep going because I am almost at a point where I can read the license plate.  A BMW pulls up next to me and rolls down his window. I was hoping he’d give me the license plate number.  Instead he says “did you know your bumper is back there?”  Gee, I wondered what that big piece of metal the same color of my car was flying through the air!  I’m pissed that he’s slowing me down and keep driving without saying a thing.

Long story shorter, I did get the license plate number and gave it to the 911 operator.  The tag registered to red car so they don’t know if the plates were stolen.  So, it’s classified as a hit-and-run accident and all the damages are on me.  While I could complain about having to pay the damages, you will not hear one single complaint from me.

As I arrived home, I looked at the courier-journal online.  They wrote about four accidents that weekend with fatalities.  Yeah Lexie (my car) has some cosmetic damage that needs to be fixed.  Yes, I have to pay the deductible.  But guess what?  I was able to walk away from the accident.  I was able to drive my car home.  I was able to sleep peacefully that night.  The other driver will have to live with the guilt of not being man enough to stop.  But I’m gonna keep on, keeping on…..
(but if anyone sees a Carolina blue bumper with a UNC license plate on the front, will you please take off the plate and return it to me!?)

M.Y. April 2010