Dorothy called me the other day, with the help of one of the nurses. She was calm but confused. She did not even say hello- she went right into “I’m concerned because they would not let me walk to school”. That was the last thing I thought would come out of her mouth- so I asked her if she was ok, her answer was yes. I asked her how far it was for her to walk to school. She thought for a moment and said, “probably too far, that makes since why they won’t let me walk by myself.” She told me she was going to ask them if she could catch a bus or if someone could drive her. I told her it was the weekend and there wasn’t going to be any school for a few days, so she had nothing to worry about. Problem solved. (-:
I wonder, but I do not want to experience what she is going through. Everyone there is different in the mindset of where they are and what they are. It’s weird. But it’s her journey and she is where she is supposed to be. I’m just a helper – to help smooth out the rough spots and bring attention to the things that are happening that shouldn’t be. (In my mind anyway.)
I’m glad the weather is warming up – I will be able to take her out for an ice cream again.
School’s (almost) out for the summer- Alice Cooper-
Love & Light,