Book-God and My Pillow

Important Things Learned From One Exciting Adventure

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— Every time I drive, I smile. Read now how one adventurous drive taught me so much.

I learned much about driving in highschool. I learned then that I love TO drive. Heck, my first real job was even driving people to the airport who parked at Doug Fox Travel.

My favorite time to drive is when the sun is going down, especially when all clouds are absent. I’ll never forget one certain drive in 1986, a few weeks after I turned nineteen. It was from Seattle, WA all the way down to California with a one night motel stay on the way. That drive forever holds a spot in my heart. Why? I was by myself. Repeat after me; Marianne was crazy.

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Book-God and My Pillow

Unplanned Pregnancies – Then vs. Now

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What was a typical day like for your average nineteen-year-old thirty years ago? When you woke up, you were glad there was nothing electronic close at hand to open up the world to you. You, alone, away from it all . . . perfect. Once awake, you’d turn on your favorite radio station or you’d rewind your cassette to hear your favorite Billy Joel, Whitney Houston, or Lionel Richie song again.

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Journal

3 Things Taken From 30-Yr High School Reunion

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Graduation Memories

Being there’s been lots of graduations as of late, I thought I’d share what took place three years ago. Yep. The big 3-0 high school reunion for my class of 1985. (Stop right now. I’ll save you trouble and do the math for you. I’m 51.) It was sure a great time recognizing most of the faces anyway.

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Extra, Journal

 Why You Sometimes DON’T Write in Your Journal

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Journal or Diary. Ever wonder what the difference is between the two?
Basically it’s like comparing the difference between reading a newspaper and reading poetry . . .  sort of.
The difference between a journal and a diary can be explained by saying that a journal is writing ones feelings, emotions, fears, and most intimate thoughts; whereas a diary is like a news report about you.

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Book-God and My Pillow

Surprising Yourself

cropped-screen-shot-2019-04-02-at-8.28.02-pm.pngFunny how we can surprise ourselves. Have you ever done that? Yes, you might surprise others in something you’ve done or said, but have you ever done something that’s just not you, or so you thought, and surprised yourself?

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Illness - Encephalitis

God, a Stranger, and Tears (Part 1)

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Fast forward twelve years from the snowy day in December when I had that life-changing seizure. Yes, I can share much of what went on during those years, but I can’t. I mean, I can, but before I do, I’d rather show how, about twelve years later, God used a total stranger to help me.

But first I need you to do something. Imagine you went through a huge life-changing ordeal that came out of the blue, hit you hard, and altered your normal way of thinking. Now, imagine what it would be like if, for years, no one could fully understand how hard it was for you in remembering names of very common things, places, and people. What if, day in and day out, week after week, month after month, and yes, year after year, you often had to think twice as much before you said things that, for most were easy to remember and say? And what if that illness was rare enough that finding others with that ailment was impossible? Well, readers, that was me. 

lonelinessI felt alone.

For years I had not talked to one person who had the same illness, who could fully understand what I was going through. A few years after my illness hit I did meet one man who sort of had a memory problem from an accident, but still, not the same.

“I have a taste of what it’s like forgetting names,” people often said (and still say).

No, you really don’t, soon became the first thought that followed (and still does).

As years went by I got used to it, thankfully, as God used family and friends to show me love, support and patience when I couldn’t just pop so-and-so’s name out or say what the movie was called I had seen the night before, along with using simple words in explaining things.  However, it still was hard not knowing even one like-minded (literally) individual who could truly understand what it was like.

God knew it was finally time to do something on one particular day. An unforgettable phone call came from a dear friend.

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“Marianne, I told a friend yesterday about you having had Encephalitis twelve years ago. She wants to talk to you because her teenage daughter had it.”

My eyes got bigger. “Really?”

“Yes. She was wondering if she could call you. Can I give her your number?”

“REALLY? Oh, my word! You sure can!”

Later that afternoon. Ring, ri… (yes, I was patiently waiting with my phone close at hand and grabbed it as soon at I heard any ring.)

“Hello.”

“Hi. I was wondering if I can talk to Marianne Petersen.”

To be continued.

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Illness - Encephalitis

I Live Here? (Part 2)

     

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As Chris began opening that door, I asked again, but this time just to myself, “I live here?”

That was the last sentence of my last post about the first time visiting my home while staying in the hospital. That illness called encephalitis affected my memory big time, keeping me from remembering anything about that sweet little apartment my husband, myself, and our two young daughters called home. (1*) Continue reading “I Live Here? (Part 2)”