Sep 7, 2010

A Good Chuckle and Morgan, Too

Up at 6:00 am to get the three hoodlums children fed, watered, medicated and dressed. The Teenager's neurologist finally conned convinced me to get her evaluated in Genetics since testing was "much more sophisticated than it was 17 years ago" and he is convinced that "she has a syndrome." Only problem is that I am still taking The Baby to school. Yes. No. Bus. Yet.

At 7:46 am I take off to The Boy's school to drop him off and then double back to The Baby's school which doesn't open it's doors until 8:30 am. The Teenager's appointment is at 8:30 am on the other side of town. If anyone needs to learn how to astral project it's me.

Iris saves the day as always, picks up The Teenager and heads off to the other end of the city. Just as I am leaving The Baby's school Iris phones. "The clinic is empty." Uh-Oh. Wrong clinic. I confirm by phone that this appointment will be held at the "other "clinic sight. Iris beats me there even though she has no idea how to get there nor is she familiar with any of the city landmarks I try to describe. I'm suspicious. Has Virus learned how to astral project?

The geneticist from the Big City University is a lovely woman who I liked very much. She loved The Teenager and said to me, "I've got to tell you. She looks a lot better in person than she does on paper." That pretty much sums up all three of my special kids who have no clue that they are limited because the physical limitations have not been our focus. When the geneticist asked if The Teenager had any birth marks she replies before I can. "No, but I have this really weird toe." She shows the geneticist her pinkie. The geneticist smiles. "Everyone has weird pinky toes. We're entitled."

While at the clinic I catch up with an old friend who I've worked with on and off since the 80's. She is a terrific red-headed nurse with a mischievous
twinkle in her eye 90% of the time. In the 90's we did a satellite cardiac clinic together in ya-hooty-ville. The highlight was eating lunch out. One day in our favorite steak house the waitress asks me if I wanted, "the senior special." I was in my 40's at the time. I'm not sure which made twinkle laugh more. The look of horror on my face or 15 minutes later our waitress delivering my lunch with a flourish yelling, "SENIOR TIPS!"

Twinkle has gotten a lot of mileage out of that story over the years.

As she's checking us out of genetics I can tell by the gleam in her eye that it's about to get worse. She hands me the lab slip and points to the clinical indications box which reads: "
Mild Mental Retardation, Cerebellum Hypoplasia, Microcephaly, Short Stature, Mom Is Slow Also." We both know the doctor is referring to the birth mom who has a low IQ but my friend asks, "would you like me to put bio mom or should I just leave it?" We both burst out laughing.

Iris takes The Teenager out to lunch as a reward and I am off to the grocery store, The Boys school, home to put the frozen food away and then to The Baby's school. We are now off to the Big City for The Boy's appointment with the behavior specialist. I am patting myself on the back for making it at 2:04 pm to our 2:00 pm appointment. That is until the receptionist informs me our appointment is at 3:00 pm. "You have a loooooong wait," she apologizes.

On the way home I'm fading. I haven't had time to eat breakfast or lunch but The Boy talks me into stopping at the Big City thrift shop we like. Of course we find something. We always find something. The cashier waves me over but it takes me so long to get through the racks with the wheel chair stroller I am cut off by a slim. elderly black man. He graciously allows me to go in front of him. As I'm thanking him I get a good look at him.

I do a double take. A triple take. He looks so much like Morgan Freeman he could be his twin. By now I'm gawking like an idiot. His brilliant smile is blinding. I finally tear my gaze from his to check out.

"You know God is going to bless you for what you are doing."

I turn and stare at him.

I said God is going to bless you for what you are doing. " He is still smiling at me.

Like a deer in headlights or in this situation a deer in a blinding smile I am stunned. I'm thinking to myself,
what am I doing? As if he can read my mind he continues. "You know what I mean."

Morgan keeps his gaze steady. "Yes," he continues. " God is going to bless you for what you are doing. He told me to tell you that just now."

As I'm telling Iris this later she says, "You know Morgan Freeman played God in the movie Bruce Almighty."

I did not know that.

But I do know this:
Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, for as much as ye know that your labor is
not in vain in the Lord. 1Co 15:58

Thank you Morgan for the reminder today.
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Diane said...


Island Rider said...

WoW! I know God is always with us, but love it when He shows up larger than life itself. Great testimony. (I do have to say, just from the title, I thought that this post might be about Morgan horses though!)

melinda said...

I randomly came across your blog and must tell you that you are amazing- God is using you to love his babies and it brings tears to my eyes. God bless you indeed!

Dani said...

Gives me chills!!!!! He's right though, you will be blessed. Not many people can walk this road that you're on.

Dani said...

Do you mind if I put you on my blogroll? I can keep up better that way. :)

Dani said...

Vanna is gorgeous too btw!

Anonymous said...

I LOVE this story and can't wait to share it. I think you need to follow up with the post about "The Boy" when you hit your head? or were you sick? God is indeed Great. Thanks for sharing.
Mrs. M


Melinda: Glad you are here! One of my best buddies from grammar school was named Melinda. your the only other Melinda I've met!

Dani: YES! Put me on your blog roll I'd be honored! I know....isn't Vanna wonderful? I'm allergic to dogs but can tolerate poodles, grey hounds and Vanna! No odor at all.

Mrs. M; I had the flu when The boy called God.....high fever, etc. Although I've been known to wobble when not sick as you well know.

debe said...

amen 'you are blessed indeed"

Kathleen Scott said...

Oh I love this one. And I believe Morgan would say that. I will too.