Not My Own

While I sit and watch the news, my heart breaks for those on the East Coast who have lost their homes or their lives from this devastating storm.  I am in awe of those nurse heroes clutching on to newborn babies, while carrying them down flights of stairs in hospitals to get them to safety. I understand not everyone was able to evacuate for certain reasons. What I don't understand are those who decided to stay in their homes and "ride out" the storm. I don't understand why they didn't listen to officials who highly advised and warned people of the severe dangers approaching. Now some of these people are dead. Before the storm hit, I listened to a testimony of a man who said, "I'm a New Yorker! No storm is gonna take me down! Besides it's never as bad as they say."This man's pride and arrogance may have cost him his life or home by now. I don't know whatever happened to him. But his attitude infuriates me! The warnings were so obvious th

Pedaling as fast as I could uphill I realized, my son was no where in sight! Where was he? Someone else had him and I had no idea who. I had to find him. Thunder clasped and lighting struck right in front of me. Pedaling faster and harder wondering..."Where is my son?!!!!" Next thing I knew my bike was gone and I found myself in a room with other people surrounded by terrorists with guns. Out of all the people the main terrorist leader told Desmond and I that we would be the first dead if we disobeyed or the first set free if we did what they said. My brain frantically  thought of ways to save my son. The walls of the room were gone and I was swimming with Desmond on my back. Waves kept crashing over us. I picked him up and raised him as high above the water as I could so he could try to breathe.  I was helpless as my son kept gasping for air.  "Honey, wake up. Sam! Wake up. I need your help, Desmond has a fever." - Says, my husband. He has never bee

I have been playing ball ever since I was old enough to throw a ball. I played competitively on school teams, travel teams, and even in college. I LOVED everything about softball. More than the game, I loved being part of a team. I loved playing and learning with girls who were not always my best friends but we still had to learn to play together. I have learned endless life lessons from the game itself and being part of team. As much as I loved softball I also loved youth group and going to church. It was a never a doubt in my mind that I loved God way more than softball. I wish I could say the same for what people thought about me. I remember a few conversations in high school with some people at church. Sometimes I missed church or youth events because I had a tournament or even practices on Sundays.  I remember practicing Sundays once and while and rushing to church to try and catch the last hour of youth group. I would come in with my softball outfit on. I always felt loved an