Journal 23 May 2013
It's been so humid, you have to swim through the air, but today is a delight. Soft, gentle, blue skies. Nothing to belie the struggle that lies 679 miles south-southwest of here. Oklahoma is really on my mind, the weight of the soberness affecting my every move. There are such heroic stories! Those teachers are amazing. I realize they had no choice in having to be heroes, but they really rose to the occasion. Just one teacher Waynel Mayes (she's the one with the boy in the blue shirt sitting on the curb until his mom comes.), story below (from CNN). The thought of those little arms and legs never to be held or to run again, so I just can't stop hugging my boy. He stopped at my office on his way home since it's exam week for the middle school, and they're on half days. Last week, the high school had their exams and graduated. Michelle Obama spoke at his school's graduation. But I just can't stop hugging the boy. I was on the elevator with my boss and him, and I know it must've looked odd to my boss. Too many lives lost and way too many children. My heart is just breaking for them.
Life is getting better in the financial arena, but my parents are both ailing physically. Why is that? Can it not all be good all at one time? It'd be nice! We're slated to get together for Memorial Day and when mom asked what the menu was, I suggested ideas, somehow I got volunteered to do it all? But I did manage to get one person to bring deviled eggs and tea and another to bring potato salad. I'll work on the rest tomorrow or Satuday. My oldest brother will even be there. If he shows up. LF was only worried about dessert. Dessert? You know, it's a celebration, so you gotta have dessert! Yes, you gotta have dessert. Likely homemade ice cream and fixins. Grilling will be involved. I think pork chops and BBQ chicken with hot dogs for the "not so L" F.
I have to quit calling him LF, since he's almost up to my chin. Not much longer and he'll tower over me like everyone else does. I'll survive it and it'll be the one time I say I TOLD YOU SO! He's so worried he's not gonna be tall, but at the rate he's finally going, he will be. I think. I hope! He still knows he's not a baby, but he is my baby.
"'It was a miracle'
While Glasgow was hunkered down in the closet, Waynel Mayes, a first-grade teacher, distracted her students with songs and games.
'I just got all the desks and I told the kids that we were going to play worms,' she told CNN's Anderson Cooper.
'I told them to get underneath the desks, and I put them two by two, and I said, OK, we're going to play our musical instruments, and we're going to play worms, and we're going to play as loud as we can.'
She didn't want the children to know what was going to happen.
She didn't want them to hear the roar of the storm.
'I told them to sing as loud as they could and if they got scared, they could scream,' she said.
'But keep playing, keep playing, keep playing.'
Afterward, Mayes was sitting outside on a curb with one of her students when his mom walked up. She was crying and hugged her son with her whole body, happy to finally have him in her arms.
Trenda Purcell had first gone to another place looking for him, but he wasn't there."
Here is a link that might be useful: her story-her video is on the left
This post was edited by rob333 on Thu, May 23, 13 at 9:58