Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Shawn's Thoughts on Life
Shawn E.
Peters
Bad Boy
Blaine
Blaine is
bad ass. He is so because he chooses not to let a woman get him
down. He works construction and does tattoos and those are some
toughest jobs where only the manliest of men work. Most guys have a
softer side and for Blaine that comes in the form of Roger his father
who passed away. That was just under a year ago. Roger was 66 years
old when he passed Blaine was only 18. He also has a funny side. A
little while ago he fell into the pond behind B1, it was hilarious!!!
Friday, September 6, 2013
Expanding Horizons - A story by J.W.
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Expanding Horizons by Jonathan W.
Meadow Greens Nursing & Rehabilitation Center, Nagog Woods, MD
“So what are we going
to focus on today, Matthew?”
Matthew was just rolling into Michele’s office when Michele asked him that. It was nine-thirty, Friday morning. “I don’t know.” Matthew replied. “What is worth getting at today?”
Michele began to think of what was worth focusing on. They didn't have anything planned. That was somewhat unusual. “Well, we could look at your overall goals for your program today.”
She began thinking about Matthew’s individual service plan and thought about the goals he’d expressed personally.
“And,” she said, “You said you were interested in traveling around and seeing what’s out there…”
Instantly she reached for a drawer at her desk, looking for books she had acquired recently. She pulled one out and opened it. Matthew was rolling up when he suggested, “Why don’t you open it up to the section on Virginia?”
Looking at the contents, Michele asked, “Why Virginia?”
“I’ve always been interested in what happens there, and although it’s so close, I’ve only been there once.”
Matthew was just rolling into Michele’s office when Michele asked him that. It was nine-thirty, Friday morning. “I don’t know.” Matthew replied. “What is worth getting at today?”
Michele began to think of what was worth focusing on. They didn't have anything planned. That was somewhat unusual. “Well, we could look at your overall goals for your program today.”
She began thinking about Matthew’s individual service plan and thought about the goals he’d expressed personally.
“And,” she said, “You said you were interested in traveling around and seeing what’s out there…”
Instantly she reached for a drawer at her desk, looking for books she had acquired recently. She pulled one out and opened it. Matthew was rolling up when he suggested, “Why don’t you open it up to the section on Virginia?”
Looking at the contents, Michele asked, “Why Virginia?”
“I’ve always been interested in what happens there, and although it’s so close, I’ve only been there once.”
Michele opened the book
to Virginia, and looked for the most obscure point she could find. When she opened up to an area in the southern
region Matthew said, "Well now, doesn’t that look interesting?”
He was noticing a very small village that was on the page, and he began saying the name, “Buena-”
Michele quickly said, “Uh no, it’s spelled ‘B-E-U-N-A!’ Beuna Vista.”
Michele had been talking to Matthew, previously, about perception, and noticing oddities. Matthew said “Hey! Isn’t that weird? Um, I think I knew that, actually.”
He then asked her, “Have you heard of it before?”
She replied, “No, I don’t think I have. And you have?”
“Well, I had a friend who went there for college. I went and visited him there, once. He also said there’s a nice pawn shop there!” Matthew really liked pawn shops.
“And did you get to this shop?” Michele asked.
Matthew replied, “No, we never did. I've kind of regretted that.”
Michele thought. “Really?” she asked. Then, “Would you like to plan another trip and go?”
Matthew smiled and replied, “Well, I don’t see any reason why not!”
He looked at Michele. When he'd first began coming to Meadow Green Rehabilitation Center a year earlier, she had really befriended the guy, helping him out the way a cognitive therapist should. She was really the reason Matthew began enjoying rehab. Matthew was curious at first, and saw this therapist as someone he really enjoyed working with, kinda similar to a grade school teacher he'd had a crush on, as a kid.
“Well then…” Michele began. Matthew already pulled the book over and began thumbing through the pages.
At this point they began planning for a potential trip. They looked at the information on a map they found online. “It’ll take…” Michele began.
Matthew cut her off. “3 hours and 31 minutes if we take Route 29 South,” he said, reading.
“But we’d have to get on MD 198-West, take it to I-95 South, then hop on I-495 West,” Michele said. She then continued reading, “Then I-195 South, I-66 West via exit 49, I-81 South via exit 1A left toward Roanoke. US 60 East via exit 188A toward Beuna Vista. Right onto Beech Ave/US 501, follow Beech Ave/US 501 into Beuna Vista, VA.”
Matthew was trying to follow along as she read the directions. Then, Michele said, “Look alright?”
Matthew said, “Well, I lost you back on I-198 West.”
Michele said, “Alright, but does the plan look okay to you?”
“Yep.” He then asked, “So are you ready to go?” smiling. “Um... we are going to look at the college there, right?” said Matthew.
“That’s the plan,” said Michele. “I’ll go sign us out.”
He was noticing a very small village that was on the page, and he began saying the name, “Buena-”
Michele quickly said, “Uh no, it’s spelled ‘B-E-U-N-A!’ Beuna Vista.”
Michele had been talking to Matthew, previously, about perception, and noticing oddities. Matthew said “Hey! Isn’t that weird? Um, I think I knew that, actually.”
He then asked her, “Have you heard of it before?”
She replied, “No, I don’t think I have. And you have?”
“Well, I had a friend who went there for college. I went and visited him there, once. He also said there’s a nice pawn shop there!” Matthew really liked pawn shops.
“And did you get to this shop?” Michele asked.
Matthew replied, “No, we never did. I've kind of regretted that.”
Michele thought. “Really?” she asked. Then, “Would you like to plan another trip and go?”
Matthew smiled and replied, “Well, I don’t see any reason why not!”
He looked at Michele. When he'd first began coming to Meadow Green Rehabilitation Center a year earlier, she had really befriended the guy, helping him out the way a cognitive therapist should. She was really the reason Matthew began enjoying rehab. Matthew was curious at first, and saw this therapist as someone he really enjoyed working with, kinda similar to a grade school teacher he'd had a crush on, as a kid.
“Well then…” Michele began. Matthew already pulled the book over and began thumbing through the pages.
At this point they began planning for a potential trip. They looked at the information on a map they found online. “It’ll take…” Michele began.
Matthew cut her off. “3 hours and 31 minutes if we take Route 29 South,” he said, reading.
“But we’d have to get on MD 198-West, take it to I-95 South, then hop on I-495 West,” Michele said. She then continued reading, “Then I-195 South, I-66 West via exit 49, I-81 South via exit 1A left toward Roanoke. US 60 East via exit 188A toward Beuna Vista. Right onto Beech Ave/US 501, follow Beech Ave/US 501 into Beuna Vista, VA.”
Matthew was trying to follow along as she read the directions. Then, Michele said, “Look alright?”
Matthew said, “Well, I lost you back on I-198 West.”
Michele said, “Alright, but does the plan look okay to you?”
“Yep.” He then asked, “So are you ready to go?” smiling. “Um... we are going to look at the college there, right?” said Matthew.
“That’s the plan,” said Michele. “I’ll go sign us out.”
The two went out to the
front room and Michele said to the receptionist at Meadow Woods, “We’re taking
a quick road trip. Tell Bob we’ll be back sometime this afternoon.”
“Okay, au revoir!” said Betty the receptionist, smiling. “Oh,” she said, as they were stepping out. “It's Friday! You'll be gone for what, an hour?”
“Ah,” said Michele, “We're actually taking a trip down to Virginia, so we'll probably be gone for longer than that... Um... Tell the residence I'll have him back tonight!” Betty then smiled and waved them off.
At this point, they went down to the parking lot to Michele’s car. Before they got in, Michele said, “Do you have your money?”
“As always,” said Matthew, proudly.
“Okay, let’s be off.” She then put his wheelchair in the back, after Matthew climbed in.
After they both got in, they began following the directions toward MD-198 West.
For the next three hours they were going to listen to some of Michele’s music she had in her car. “Do you like the Beach Boys?” she asked.
Matthew looked out the window and bit his tongue. Then he forced a smile and said, “Of course.” Michele looked at him, noticing the forced smile and said, “Well I think I might have some… what do you like?”
“I enjoy metal. Do you have any Metallica?”
“Okay, au revoir!” said Betty the receptionist, smiling. “Oh,” she said, as they were stepping out. “It's Friday! You'll be gone for what, an hour?”
“Ah,” said Michele, “We're actually taking a trip down to Virginia, so we'll probably be gone for longer than that... Um... Tell the residence I'll have him back tonight!” Betty then smiled and waved them off.
At this point, they went down to the parking lot to Michele’s car. Before they got in, Michele said, “Do you have your money?”
“As always,” said Matthew, proudly.
“Okay, let’s be off.” She then put his wheelchair in the back, after Matthew climbed in.
After they both got in, they began following the directions toward MD-198 West.
For the next three hours they were going to listen to some of Michele’s music she had in her car. “Do you like the Beach Boys?” she asked.
Matthew looked out the window and bit his tongue. Then he forced a smile and said, “Of course.” Michele looked at him, noticing the forced smile and said, “Well I think I might have some… what do you like?”
“I enjoy metal. Do you have any Metallica?”
They continued driving
with nothing on the radio. They passed the state line, and Matthew said, “So
what will we do when we get there?”
“Well,” Michele said, “Aren’t we going to stop at that college you were interested in?”
“Kinda,” replied Matthew, “Don’t forget we’re also going to look for that pawn shop!”
In another two hours, they began noticing signs for Beuna Vista. Michele asked, “So Matt, are we going to the college, or the pawnshop first?”
Matthew turned his head, and thought. After a minute, he said, “Well, I forget where the pawn shop is. Maybe if we ask, I hope someone at the college will tell us.”
“Well,” Michele said, “Aren’t we going to stop at that college you were interested in?”
“Kinda,” replied Matthew, “Don’t forget we’re also going to look for that pawn shop!”
In another two hours, they began noticing signs for Beuna Vista. Michele asked, “So Matt, are we going to the college, or the pawnshop first?”
Matthew turned his head, and thought. After a minute, he said, “Well, I forget where the pawn shop is. Maybe if we ask, I hope someone at the college will tell us.”
After entering they
began the ascent up a hill. Suddenly, Matthew said, “I remember going up and
down this hill during the time I was visiting my friend who was going here.”
“Do you recall what he was going for?” Michele asked.
“He was majoring in Computer Science.”
“Do you recall what he was going for?” Michele asked.
“He was majoring in Computer Science.”
When they got to the
top of the hill, they maneuvered around a bit to find a parking spot. At this point it was about 12:50 pm. After
she helped Matthew into his wheelchair, she asked, “Isn't it about time we get
lunch?”
Matthew led to the door he used to go in all the time, and suddenly stopped and said, “Shoot! I forgot about that!” They were standing before a step.
“Hey, if you guys want in, you could try the elevator down there,” said a passing student.
“Oh yeah, thanks Scott!” said Matthew to the student. Then, Scott shook his head and said to Matthew, “Matt! I... well, it's been what... two, thee years? Ya look good man!”
Matthew smiled and said, “Um... I... well...”
Michele put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, Say thanks, Matthew!
“Gosh thanks, Scott! You do too!” Scott walked up, Matt introduced Michele, and the three began walking.
Matthew led to the door he used to go in all the time, and suddenly stopped and said, “Shoot! I forgot about that!” They were standing before a step.
“Hey, if you guys want in, you could try the elevator down there,” said a passing student.
“Oh yeah, thanks Scott!” said Matthew to the student. Then, Scott shook his head and said to Matthew, “Matt! I... well, it's been what... two, thee years? Ya look good man!”
Matthew smiled and said, “Um... I... well...”
Michele put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, Say thanks, Matthew!
“Gosh thanks, Scott! You do too!” Scott walked up, Matt introduced Michele, and the three began walking.
After Scott had first
helped them to the elevator, he asked about their trip and all that. Matthew said, “I'm just here to show Michele
around the campus.”
Matthew then said, “Now we’ll just go up one floor on this and we’ll be on the main floor.” They bid Scott farewell, then got into the elevator.
After the door closed, Michele pressed the button for the main floor.
“Does this all look familiar?” Michele asked.
Matthew replied, “Uh, yeah, but not the way I remember. Ya know?”
Matthew then said, “Now we’ll just go up one floor on this and we’ll be on the main floor.” They bid Scott farewell, then got into the elevator.
After the door closed, Michele pressed the button for the main floor.
“Does this all look familiar?” Michele asked.
Matthew replied, “Uh, yeah, but not the way I remember. Ya know?”
When they reached the
main floor after a minute, the door opened.
There looked to be several students waiting to get on.
“Hi!” said Matthew.
“Matt!” the two young women said, almost in unison. They quickly rushed in, and the two cornered Matthew.
“Where've you been?” one asked, reaching down to give him a hug.
Michele smiled and reached down to hold the door open. After a minute, Matthew said, “I've been... uh...”
“Wait uhh...” the one said, “Maryland, right?”
“Wow... you remember? I'm impressed,” Matthew replied. He looked over at Michele, smiling. She'd asked him before, in therapy, about his past social life. She smiled, and Matthew turned to the woman and asked, “And how've you been, T- T- uh...”
“Tiffany! Ya got the first letter...” All four then got off the elevator, into the hallway.
“So, is it okay that we grab something for lunch?” Matthew asked.
The girls led them down the hallway, and Tiffany commenced drilling Matthew on a number of topics.
“Hi!” said Matthew.
“Matt!” the two young women said, almost in unison. They quickly rushed in, and the two cornered Matthew.
“Where've you been?” one asked, reaching down to give him a hug.
Michele smiled and reached down to hold the door open. After a minute, Matthew said, “I've been... uh...”
“Wait uhh...” the one said, “Maryland, right?”
“Wow... you remember? I'm impressed,” Matthew replied. He looked over at Michele, smiling. She'd asked him before, in therapy, about his past social life. She smiled, and Matthew turned to the woman and asked, “And how've you been, T- T- uh...”
“Tiffany! Ya got the first letter...” All four then got off the elevator, into the hallway.
“So, is it okay that we grab something for lunch?” Matthew asked.
The girls led them down the hallway, and Tiffany commenced drilling Matthew on a number of topics.
“So you're where now?”
Matthew replied, “At this rehab in Maryland... WDS Rehab.”
“And what's 'WDS' stand for?”
“Uh... World... World...”
Michelle kind of chuckled before she jumped in. “We're 'Meadow Green Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Nagog Woods, Maryland.' Sometimes the word 'woods' is abbreviated to WDS. That must be where he got that,” she replied, as everybody chuckled. And Matthew felt a little embarrassed; he tried to smile and laugh along. “Yeah...” he said, trying to grin.
Matthew replied, “At this rehab in Maryland... WDS Rehab.”
“And what's 'WDS' stand for?”
“Uh... World... World...”
Michelle kind of chuckled before she jumped in. “We're 'Meadow Green Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Nagog Woods, Maryland.' Sometimes the word 'woods' is abbreviated to WDS. That must be where he got that,” she replied, as everybody chuckled. And Matthew felt a little embarrassed; he tried to smile and laugh along. “Yeah...” he said, trying to grin.
They were now passing
through a large circular room that Matthew recognized. “See that piano over there?” he asked
Michele, pointing to a baby grand piano.
“I spent a lotta free time at
that...” he had this wistful look on his face.
Michele then asked him, “Could you show me a little of what you
played?”
As the two girls headed into the lunch room, Matthew replied, “Well, maybe after lunch. I'm hungry... c'mon.”
As the two girls headed into the lunch room, Matthew replied, “Well, maybe after lunch. I'm hungry... c'mon.”
So they headed in. Matthew said, “Man, I don't remember the
counters being so high up...”
“Of course not,” said Michele, smiling. She grabbed a couple of trays and put them on a ledge. She saw what was available, and asked Matthew what he wanted.
“Of course not,” said Michele, smiling. She grabbed a couple of trays and put them on a ledge. She saw what was available, and asked Matthew what he wanted.
When they had collected the food, Michele
gave Matthew his tray, and they went up to a table. Michele pulled out a chair so Matthew could
roll under. As he did so, Michele quick
went to go get drinks.
“I want a Sprite,” said Matthew.
By the time they had both settled at the table, several students had wandered up and were talking to Matthew.
When Michele sat down next to him, Matthew was talking to another guy.
“...on Thursdays, when I go see this psychotherapist.”
The guy asked, “Yep... and what do you do there?”
Matthew replied, “Uh, well... he asks me how I'm doing, and then we talk about... stuff.”
“Really? Sounds like a shrink. -Stuff like what?”
Matthew replied, “Um... usually... how I'm feeling... We talk about my family... stuff like that.”
After the guy glanced over at Michelle, he asked, “And who's this young lady you're with?”
Michele was actually only several years younger than Matt, and she smiled when people noticed.
Matthew replied, “Oh, that's Michele, a cog therapist.”
“And what does she do?”
Matthew thought, and replied, “She, uh... helps me with rehab stuff like memory, thinking, and... the rest I forget.”
“Ah. I see she's doing her job!”
Others at the table chucked, while Michele looked away. Then she turned to Matthew. “Matt! Now think about it! What do I usually do with you when I see you Monday mornings?”
She'd asked Mathew this before, and he was supposed to know this. It was as if a light bulb appeared over Matthew's head, as he said, hesitantly, “Oh. Uh... We review the weekend, last week, and... she asks me about plans I have for the next week.”
Michele piped up, smiling, “We have been working on internalizing plans and goals, and... Working on overall independence.”
The man they were speaking with looked to be slightly older than Matthew, had sandy hair, and glasses. Michele asked, “And you are?”
“I'm uh, Sam,” the man said, smiling, “And you helped Matt get here today?”
“Yeah. We'd talked about goals Matt had, and Matt asked about visiting here before, and... the trip wasn't too far, and he knew somebody that'd come here, and-”
The man said, “And who's that?”
Matt spoke up, “Uh, do you remember Jim?”
The man said, “Oh yeah... Jim McClellan? He was here a little while back.”
“Yeah, we were good friends,” Matt said, “You know he's gotten back? I think he's in Utah now.”
“Yeah... that sounds like him!” Sam said, smiling.
“I want a Sprite,” said Matthew.
By the time they had both settled at the table, several students had wandered up and were talking to Matthew.
When Michele sat down next to him, Matthew was talking to another guy.
“...on Thursdays, when I go see this psychotherapist.”
The guy asked, “Yep... and what do you do there?”
Matthew replied, “Uh, well... he asks me how I'm doing, and then we talk about... stuff.”
“Really? Sounds like a shrink. -Stuff like what?”
Matthew replied, “Um... usually... how I'm feeling... We talk about my family... stuff like that.”
After the guy glanced over at Michelle, he asked, “And who's this young lady you're with?”
Michele was actually only several years younger than Matt, and she smiled when people noticed.
Matthew replied, “Oh, that's Michele, a cog therapist.”
“And what does she do?”
Matthew thought, and replied, “She, uh... helps me with rehab stuff like memory, thinking, and... the rest I forget.”
“Ah. I see she's doing her job!”
Others at the table chucked, while Michele looked away. Then she turned to Matthew. “Matt! Now think about it! What do I usually do with you when I see you Monday mornings?”
She'd asked Mathew this before, and he was supposed to know this. It was as if a light bulb appeared over Matthew's head, as he said, hesitantly, “Oh. Uh... We review the weekend, last week, and... she asks me about plans I have for the next week.”
Michele piped up, smiling, “We have been working on internalizing plans and goals, and... Working on overall independence.”
The man they were speaking with looked to be slightly older than Matthew, had sandy hair, and glasses. Michele asked, “And you are?”
“I'm uh, Sam,” the man said, smiling, “And you helped Matt get here today?”
“Yeah. We'd talked about goals Matt had, and Matt asked about visiting here before, and... the trip wasn't too far, and he knew somebody that'd come here, and-”
The man said, “And who's that?”
Matt spoke up, “Uh, do you remember Jim?”
The man said, “Oh yeah... Jim McClellan? He was here a little while back.”
“Yeah, we were good friends,” Matt said, “You know he's gotten back? I think he's in Utah now.”
“Yeah... that sounds like him!” Sam said, smiling.
They continued
chatting, when a young woman wandered up.
“Matt! Is that you?”
It was a red haired woman, looked to be somewhat older than Matt, who suddenly appeared. She was standing by the table, looking down at Matthew. He looked up and said, “Megan?”
The woman said, “Matt!” and reached down and gave Matthew a big hug. Matthew began rising up, during the embrace. Michele smiled and continued eating.
After, Matthew sat back down and resumed eating. Megan skipped off, but quickly returned with a chair. She sat at the corner of the table, looking at Matthew.
“So Matthew!” she said. “Tell me what have I missed?”
“Well, not really a whole lot. I-” He saw Megan glaring at him. He then smirked, and explained the accident\rehab experience to her.
He gestured toward his wheelchair and said, “This, uh, is from about nine months ago, when I wrecked my car, y'know? Um... I was comatose for a few months...”
Megan piped in, “Yeah. We all heard about that. We weren't sure you were gonna live.”
“Well, I did, and I'm here visiting today, with a cog therapist, Michele, here.” He gestured now toward Michele, and then he resumed eating.
Megan leaned more toward Matthew, and began talking about what he'd missed since he'd visited.
After the rest of the table had finished and run off to classes, Matthew and Michele were still talking to Megan.
Megan said, “Well, Michele, when Matthew visited awhile ago, we really hit it off,” she said, smiling. She then looked at Matthew, dropped the smile, and said, “And when we heard about Matt's accident, we were all a little shook up.”
At this point, there were only about two other students, and two faculty members in the cafeteria.
Michele looked at Matthew and said, “Seems you made a bunch of friends when visiting your friend Jim, here.”
He replied, “Yeah, it was a great weekend. I was even looking at coming to school here, a few days before my injury.”
“Really? That never panned out, eh?”
“Matt! Is that you?”
It was a red haired woman, looked to be somewhat older than Matt, who suddenly appeared. She was standing by the table, looking down at Matthew. He looked up and said, “Megan?”
The woman said, “Matt!” and reached down and gave Matthew a big hug. Matthew began rising up, during the embrace. Michele smiled and continued eating.
After, Matthew sat back down and resumed eating. Megan skipped off, but quickly returned with a chair. She sat at the corner of the table, looking at Matthew.
“So Matthew!” she said. “Tell me what have I missed?”
“Well, not really a whole lot. I-” He saw Megan glaring at him. He then smirked, and explained the accident\rehab experience to her.
He gestured toward his wheelchair and said, “This, uh, is from about nine months ago, when I wrecked my car, y'know? Um... I was comatose for a few months...”
Megan piped in, “Yeah. We all heard about that. We weren't sure you were gonna live.”
“Well, I did, and I'm here visiting today, with a cog therapist, Michele, here.” He gestured now toward Michele, and then he resumed eating.
Megan leaned more toward Matthew, and began talking about what he'd missed since he'd visited.
After the rest of the table had finished and run off to classes, Matthew and Michele were still talking to Megan.
Megan said, “Well, Michele, when Matthew visited awhile ago, we really hit it off,” she said, smiling. She then looked at Matthew, dropped the smile, and said, “And when we heard about Matt's accident, we were all a little shook up.”
At this point, there were only about two other students, and two faculty members in the cafeteria.
Michele looked at Matthew and said, “Seems you made a bunch of friends when visiting your friend Jim, here.”
He replied, “Yeah, it was a great weekend. I was even looking at coming to school here, a few days before my injury.”
“Really? That never panned out, eh?”
Suddenly, Megan piped in, “I remember you and Jon were talking about
plans to get like an apartment, off-campus here?”
“Really?” asked Michele. “And who's 'Jon?'”
Matthew looked off the side, as he tried to remember. “Ooh yeah. Jon was guy I met here, who... Well, he was really good at art, and while visiting here, he actually drew a picture of me and a friend I was with.” He looked at Megan. “Whatever happened to him?”
She replied, “Uh. After you left, he kinda flipped out at one point.”
“'Flipped out?'” Michele asked.
“Well, you know he was kinda really good at art, and...” Megan thought. “I think he... Well, I don't know. I kinda lost-”
Michele broke in, asking, “Flipped out?” Was anybody hurt?”
“Oh no no,” Megan giggled, “Nobody was hurt but himself.”
“'But himself?' I don't like the sound of this.”
Matthew then said, “Well, I heard a story some time after I left of this guy I'd met that was really good at art, but he was a little haywire upstairs, I guess.”
Megan said, “He made the really good pictures, that... were a little strange.” She glanced to the side. “I wonder what happened to him? He...” She then collected herself. “Well, you know how those artsy types get...”
“He was a cool guy,” Matthew told Michele, “I was talking about renting an apartment in B.V. with. Jon had some good ideas, but... he just wigged out, I guess.”
Michele then asked, “Show me the picture this guy drew of you, sometime, okay?”
Matthew thought, then said “Okay,” smiling.
“Really?” asked Michele. “And who's 'Jon?'”
Matthew looked off the side, as he tried to remember. “Ooh yeah. Jon was guy I met here, who... Well, he was really good at art, and while visiting here, he actually drew a picture of me and a friend I was with.” He looked at Megan. “Whatever happened to him?”
She replied, “Uh. After you left, he kinda flipped out at one point.”
“'Flipped out?'” Michele asked.
“Well, you know he was kinda really good at art, and...” Megan thought. “I think he... Well, I don't know. I kinda lost-”
Michele broke in, asking, “Flipped out?” Was anybody hurt?”
“Oh no no,” Megan giggled, “Nobody was hurt but himself.”
“'But himself?' I don't like the sound of this.”
Matthew then said, “Well, I heard a story some time after I left of this guy I'd met that was really good at art, but he was a little haywire upstairs, I guess.”
Megan said, “He made the really good pictures, that... were a little strange.” She glanced to the side. “I wonder what happened to him? He...” She then collected herself. “Well, you know how those artsy types get...”
“He was a cool guy,” Matthew told Michele, “I was talking about renting an apartment in B.V. with. Jon had some good ideas, but... he just wigged out, I guess.”
Michele then asked, “Show me the picture this guy drew of you, sometime, okay?”
Matthew thought, then said “Okay,” smiling.
Just then, Megan
glanced at her watch. She said, “Ooh,”
then stood up and said, “I'll see you, okay? “ then walked off. Just then, a man walked up. Michele remembered he'd just been sitting,
across the room a ways.
“Hi! How's your visit going?”
There was the man, now standing by the table, and Michele and Matthew now looked up at him. He had glasses on, was wearing a tie, and sported a casual grin.
“Oh, great! We're from Maryland, just looking around,” Michele said.
“Are you interested in applying here?”
“Well, I work with Matthew here, at rehabilitation. He'd mentioned an interest in visiting here,” Michele said, “And I brought him here, from Maryland. Kind of -you know- a day trip.”
“Well hi,” said the man, smiling. “I'm happy to say that recently, we've taken a number of measures to make the whole campus accessible...” he said, while glancing down at Matthew's wheelchair.”
“Yeah, great,” said Matthew smiling politely.
“My office is just down the hall. If you have any questions, come find me, okay?”
As the man began to walk away, Michele said, “Oh,” then asked who they could talk to about admissions. “We're just trying to take a look at the way things are,” she said.
Then, the man pointed out an office that was a little way down the hall.
“Talk to Tim Bowers,” he said.
Michele put a hand on Matthew's shoulder and said, “Shall we go talk to the guy now?”
They went to where they were directed, and found the door that was marked Tim Bowers. They knocked, and once they heard a “Come in,” they started in.
Matthew found themselves entering an office.
“Hi! How's your visit going?”
There was the man, now standing by the table, and Michele and Matthew now looked up at him. He had glasses on, was wearing a tie, and sported a casual grin.
“Oh, great! We're from Maryland, just looking around,” Michele said.
“Are you interested in applying here?”
“Well, I work with Matthew here, at rehabilitation. He'd mentioned an interest in visiting here,” Michele said, “And I brought him here, from Maryland. Kind of -you know- a day trip.”
“Well hi,” said the man, smiling. “I'm happy to say that recently, we've taken a number of measures to make the whole campus accessible...” he said, while glancing down at Matthew's wheelchair.”
“Yeah, great,” said Matthew smiling politely.
“My office is just down the hall. If you have any questions, come find me, okay?”
As the man began to walk away, Michele said, “Oh,” then asked who they could talk to about admissions. “We're just trying to take a look at the way things are,” she said.
Then, the man pointed out an office that was a little way down the hall.
“Talk to Tim Bowers,” he said.
Michele put a hand on Matthew's shoulder and said, “Shall we go talk to the guy now?”
They went to where they were directed, and found the door that was marked Tim Bowers. They knocked, and once they heard a “Come in,” they started in.
Matthew found themselves entering an office.
By the time they finished
with that, the clock read 5:25. Michele
said, “Matthew, if we want to be back tonight, it'd be a good idea to leave
pretty soon.”
“Gotcha,” said Matt. He then looked as the Michele began sauntering away. He quick asked, “Where'd we park?” He looked up at Michele, and she moved behind him to get a hold of his wheelchair's handlebars.
Michele then replied, “Don't worry, I remember where the parking lot is.” As the two headed down the hallway, he bid farewell to several administration types they passed, who in turn bid them a heartier farewell.
It took them a few minutes of continued farewells to students, and then they made it back to their car.
“Oh,” said Matthew, “Think we'll stop for dinner anywhere?”
“Nope,” replied Michele, “We're gonna fast our way home. Mua-ha-ha-ha!”
Matthew rolled hes eyes and said, “So where we gonna stop?”
“Gotcha,” said Matt. He then looked as the Michele began sauntering away. He quick asked, “Where'd we park?” He looked up at Michele, and she moved behind him to get a hold of his wheelchair's handlebars.
Michele then replied, “Don't worry, I remember where the parking lot is.” As the two headed down the hallway, he bid farewell to several administration types they passed, who in turn bid them a heartier farewell.
It took them a few minutes of continued farewells to students, and then they made it back to their car.
“Oh,” said Matthew, “Think we'll stop for dinner anywhere?”
“Nope,” replied Michele, “We're gonna fast our way home. Mua-ha-ha-ha!”
Matthew rolled hes eyes and said, “So where we gonna stop?”
After a minute, Matthew
climbed in, and Michele put his wheelchair in the trunk. After Michele got behind the wheel, she
looked over at Matthew.
“So ya glad we came?”
“Thanks, Michele. I mean that.” He paused. He wanted to let her know how he felt getting out on a trip like this, but he couldn't quite find the words.
“You look like there's something you want to say...”
He just stammered out, “Awright, I think... I think...”
“Matt, thank you for initiating this trip. I've had fun. And it was great seeing a new side of you... it's something we don't see much of, at Meadow Green.” She looked at Matthew. “I kind of wish we did, on a more frequent basis, Matt.”
Matthew looked at Michele. He was feeling kind of sentimental. He hated when he felt this way, because he always had a hard time finding words. He knew he wanted to say something, he just didn't know what it was. “Um...” he began. He looked a little to the side. Then he looked at Michele, who had an expectant look on her visage. He thought of the friend she'd been, how much she'd helped him, and the way she'd opened up to him, and didn't ask for anything, really, in return.
“Michele, I love you.” Before she could respond in any way, he caught himself, and quickly blurted out, “No no, wait. I'm not trying to come on to you... I just want to let you know that I really am grateful for today. Okay?” He was sheepishly looking at the floor... but after a minute, he looked over at Michele- and he saw the understanding eyes of Michele looking back. She blinked, smiled, and said, “I love you, Matthew,” right back.
They sat in a friendly silence for a minute, and then Michele straightened up and started the car. “Ya ready to go?” she asked.
“Well, sure,” he replied, smiling.
“So ya glad we came?”
“Thanks, Michele. I mean that.” He paused. He wanted to let her know how he felt getting out on a trip like this, but he couldn't quite find the words.
“You look like there's something you want to say...”
He just stammered out, “Awright, I think... I think...”
“Matt, thank you for initiating this trip. I've had fun. And it was great seeing a new side of you... it's something we don't see much of, at Meadow Green.” She looked at Matthew. “I kind of wish we did, on a more frequent basis, Matt.”
Matthew looked at Michele. He was feeling kind of sentimental. He hated when he felt this way, because he always had a hard time finding words. He knew he wanted to say something, he just didn't know what it was. “Um...” he began. He looked a little to the side. Then he looked at Michele, who had an expectant look on her visage. He thought of the friend she'd been, how much she'd helped him, and the way she'd opened up to him, and didn't ask for anything, really, in return.
“Michele, I love you.” Before she could respond in any way, he caught himself, and quickly blurted out, “No no, wait. I'm not trying to come on to you... I just want to let you know that I really am grateful for today. Okay?” He was sheepishly looking at the floor... but after a minute, he looked over at Michele- and he saw the understanding eyes of Michele looking back. She blinked, smiled, and said, “I love you, Matthew,” right back.
They sat in a friendly silence for a minute, and then Michele straightened up and started the car. “Ya ready to go?” she asked.
“Well, sure,” he replied, smiling.
Finally, they pulled
onto the road and carefully began their descent down the hill. In time, they made it back onto the highway.
“Ya know what?” Matthew said, “I wonder when we should start looking for food.”
Michele replied, “Ya know what? Maybe we shoulda' got something there!”
“Well,” said Matthew, “I'll look around for a nice restaurant.”
Michele asked, “What're ya in the mood for?”
“Like something ethnic...” At this point, they passed a sign for KFC.
“Ethnic enough for ya?” Michele asked.
Matthew's stomach growled. “Evidently,” he replied.
“Ya know what?” Matthew said, “I wonder when we should start looking for food.”
Michele replied, “Ya know what? Maybe we shoulda' got something there!”
“Well,” said Matthew, “I'll look around for a nice restaurant.”
Michele asked, “What're ya in the mood for?”
“Like something ethnic...” At this point, they passed a sign for KFC.
“Ethnic enough for ya?” Michele asked.
Matthew's stomach growled. “Evidently,” he replied.
So they pulled into the parking lot. After Michele fished Matthew's wheelchair
out, she set it up and rolled it over to Matt.
They went in.
“Hi! Table for two?” Michele asker as this when
they were spotted by the receptionist.
“Certainly,” said the receptionist, grabbing to menus and beckoning to follow.
During, they talked. “So how we doing with time? Think we'll make it back okay?”
“Ha!” snickered Michele, “Well, if we... uh...”
She was looking in her purse.
“Certainly,” said the receptionist, grabbing to menus and beckoning to follow.
During, they talked. “So how we doing with time? Think we'll make it back okay?”
“Ha!” snickered Michele, “Well, if we... uh...”
She was looking in her purse.
They actually enjoyed
the dinner that followed, and finished in decent time.
Once they both got back
to the car, they began to get in. It was
getting dark; once they started the car up, they saw that the clock read
8:27. Matthew asked, “What do you think
we'll do now, Michele?”
She looked over at Matthew and thought. Then began pulling out. “I'm thinking... that...” She pulled the car onto a highway. Just when the gas gauge beeped, she said, “Well, we gotta stop somewhere. The gas's getting low,” she replied. “Did you bring money?”
“Actually, you should've asked me that this morning,” he said, before exhaling.
“Well, I thought the tank was filled up enough!”
Then, she saw a sign by the side of the road in the dim light. It said 'gas 10' “I don't think we can make it ten more miles, Matt,” Michele said.
“And... ya know? It's probably closed,” Matthew replied.
“Well, the pumps usually aren't.” After a minute she said, “Well, that sign we just passed said there's a hotel in another mile. I think if we park there... maybe they could bring gas to us, ya think?”
“Well, have ya got Triple A?” Matthew asked.
She replied, “Well, I haven't needed any help from them fer so long... I... I hope I do.”
They pulled into the hotel parking lot. The gauge pointed out that they were running on empty, with a light ding.
Michele said, “I might have something here,” while fishing through her purse. She then looked up. It was about 9:15. “Where are we?” she asked Matthew.
She looked at him. He appeared to be spacing out. “Matthew!” she said loudly while snapping her fingers.
Matthew lightly jumped. “Sorry! I'm just a little pooped, I guess.”
“Long day?” she asked, smiling.
“Michele?” Matthew replied, “It's been a long, but good day. Thanks.”
Michele parked the car into a space. The gas gauge beeped again. Once the car stopped, she looked again through her purse.
“Aha,” she said calmly. She looked over at the hotel. It was a 'Days Inn.' “Shall we stay here tonight?” she asked.
“Um,” Mathew thought, “Would Meadow Greens be okay with that?”
Of course Michele had to think for a sec. “Well,” she said, “I don't think they would be okay with driving late at night with no gas... We can get gas in the morning.”
Matthew then agreed, and it was 9:25. Michele got Matthew's chair, when they tooled in.
She looked over at Matthew and thought. Then began pulling out. “I'm thinking... that...” She pulled the car onto a highway. Just when the gas gauge beeped, she said, “Well, we gotta stop somewhere. The gas's getting low,” she replied. “Did you bring money?”
“Actually, you should've asked me that this morning,” he said, before exhaling.
“Well, I thought the tank was filled up enough!”
Then, she saw a sign by the side of the road in the dim light. It said 'gas 10' “I don't think we can make it ten more miles, Matt,” Michele said.
“And... ya know? It's probably closed,” Matthew replied.
“Well, the pumps usually aren't.” After a minute she said, “Well, that sign we just passed said there's a hotel in another mile. I think if we park there... maybe they could bring gas to us, ya think?”
“Well, have ya got Triple A?” Matthew asked.
She replied, “Well, I haven't needed any help from them fer so long... I... I hope I do.”
They pulled into the hotel parking lot. The gauge pointed out that they were running on empty, with a light ding.
Michele said, “I might have something here,” while fishing through her purse. She then looked up. It was about 9:15. “Where are we?” she asked Matthew.
She looked at him. He appeared to be spacing out. “Matthew!” she said loudly while snapping her fingers.
Matthew lightly jumped. “Sorry! I'm just a little pooped, I guess.”
“Long day?” she asked, smiling.
“Michele?” Matthew replied, “It's been a long, but good day. Thanks.”
Michele parked the car into a space. The gas gauge beeped again. Once the car stopped, she looked again through her purse.
“Aha,” she said calmly. She looked over at the hotel. It was a 'Days Inn.' “Shall we stay here tonight?” she asked.
“Um,” Mathew thought, “Would Meadow Greens be okay with that?”
Of course Michele had to think for a sec. “Well,” she said, “I don't think they would be okay with driving late at night with no gas... We can get gas in the morning.”
Matthew then agreed, and it was 9:25. Michele got Matthew's chair, when they tooled in.
On the way, Matthew saw Michele on the phone;
she appeared to be talking with someone from the rehabilitation center. Matthew tried following the
conversation.
Michele said, “Yes, I know. Now, but... but tonight, we're both going to stay at a Day's Inn. We... well, no. But... No, it'll be all right. I think that... that- well, no. Of course not. We... Yes. We...”
Michele said, “Yes, I know. Now, but... but tonight, we're both going to stay at a Day's Inn. We... well, no. But... No, it'll be all right. I think that... that- well, no. Of course not. We... Yes. We...”
“Room fer two?” she
asked the receptionist, while pushing Matthew in. Then, she caught herself. “Er, two beds?”
“Right,” the receptionist replied. Michele saw him look, taking notice of the wheelchair, “We... have a room like that just opened up. 1D, down the hall.”
Michele thanked the man, and the two made their way to the room.
“Right,” the receptionist replied. Michele saw him look, taking notice of the wheelchair, “We... have a room like that just opened up. 1D, down the hall.”
Michele thanked the man, and the two made their way to the room.
“Okay, so we'll stay
here tonight. And look!” Michele pointed
to the sink, as they went in. “They have
toothbrushing stuff here... hmm.”
Matthew said, “I hope they have shower stuff in the bathroom...” while rolling in, to take a look.
“Do they?” Michele called.
“Ah. Yah,” Matthew replied. “Now you know... I might need a little help in the morning,” he said to her.
“Sure,” said Michele, as they separated to get ready.
Matthew said, “I hope they have shower stuff in the bathroom...” while rolling in, to take a look.
“Do they?” Michele called.
“Ah. Yah,” Matthew replied. “Now you know... I might need a little help in the morning,” he said to her.
“Sure,” said Michele, as they separated to get ready.
Later, Michele was
getting ready for bed, when Matthew rolled out of the bathroom. He soon asked, “What time should we get up
tomorrow?”
“Well, I'll go ahead and set the alarm, so I'll get you up, okay?”
Suddenly, Matthew asked “Oh uh... how we doin' on money?”
“I'm glad you asked,” Michele replied. She walked over, and sat on Matthew's bed. “We've been doing okay with what we've brought,” she said, “But we've got just enough to make it back home okay.”
“Well, I'll go ahead and set the alarm, so I'll get you up, okay?”
Suddenly, Matthew asked “Oh uh... how we doin' on money?”
“I'm glad you asked,” Michele replied. She walked over, and sat on Matthew's bed. “We've been doing okay with what we've brought,” she said, “But we've got just enough to make it back home okay.”
The next morning,
Michele awoke first. She got her glasses
on, and looked over at Matthew, sleeping soundly. The clock read 7:56, so she climbed out.
After walking over, she sat in the side of the bed and lightly shook
Matthew's shoulder, calling him softly by his name, “Mat-thew!”
“Mmm... Arby's...” he mumbled.
“Matthew... get up...” Michele tried rousing him.
He then opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Michele said, “C'mon. I'll help you get started.”
Matthew took a nanosecond to scan the room, before he sat up on the side of the bed.
Michele quick made sure everything was all set in the bathroom, before she returned. Matthew was already in his chair when she returned, and he tooled into the bathroom.
“I get the shower after you, so don't take all the hot water, okay?” After saying that, Michele walked over and got the brochure that talked about breakfast arrangements.
“Uhh... little help-?” Matthew then called.
“Mmm... Arby's...” he mumbled.
“Matthew... get up...” Michele tried rousing him.
He then opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Michele said, “C'mon. I'll help you get started.”
Matthew took a nanosecond to scan the room, before he sat up on the side of the bed.
Michele quick made sure everything was all set in the bathroom, before she returned. Matthew was already in his chair when she returned, and he tooled into the bathroom.
“I get the shower after you, so don't take all the hot water, okay?” After saying that, Michele walked over and got the brochure that talked about breakfast arrangements.
“Uhh... little help-?” Matthew then called.
“What’d you think?”
asked Michele, after they'd both gotten to the lobby, to eat..
Matthew replied, “About what?”
As his cognitive therapist, Michele wasn’t surprised by this obtuse question.
“About the trip?”
It was then that Matthew jolted as if hit by something. “Oh, yeah! We gotta stop by that pawn shop.”
“Ah. Afterwards we’ll head there.”
Matthew replied, “About what?”
As his cognitive therapist, Michele wasn’t surprised by this obtuse question.
“About the trip?”
It was then that Matthew jolted as if hit by something. “Oh, yeah! We gotta stop by that pawn shop.”
“Ah. Afterwards we’ll head there.”
Afterwards, after
they'd both finished eating and getting ready, they met just by the door, to
leave.
“Okay Matt, I think we're ready to leave.”
Matthew said, “Cool. Let's go.” Then he said, “Wait. Are we forgetting anything?”
Michele said, reassuringly,“I think we're all set. C'mon...”
Then he asked, “I mean... we got all the money and luggage?”
“Money's okay. And we don't have any luggage! C'mon!”
At this point, they closed the door and Michele escorted Matthew down to the front desk by the lobby, to return the key.
Matthew said, “Wait. There is something we gotta do... I'm trying to remember...” he looked frustrated.
At the front desk, Michele returned the key, and then asked about the gas station. Pretty soon, they found themselves headed there. Matthew was betting against it, but they made it. “See what a little faith can do, Matt?” Michelle asked.
“Do you really think we'll make it back okay?” he asked, trying her.
“Well, do you?”
And so they continued on their way.
“Okay Matt, I think we're ready to leave.”
Matthew said, “Cool. Let's go.” Then he said, “Wait. Are we forgetting anything?”
Michele said, reassuringly,“I think we're all set. C'mon...”
Then he asked, “I mean... we got all the money and luggage?”
“Money's okay. And we don't have any luggage! C'mon!”
At this point, they closed the door and Michele escorted Matthew down to the front desk by the lobby, to return the key.
Matthew said, “Wait. There is something we gotta do... I'm trying to remember...” he looked frustrated.
At the front desk, Michele returned the key, and then asked about the gas station. Pretty soon, they found themselves headed there. Matthew was betting against it, but they made it. “See what a little faith can do, Matt?” Michelle asked.
“Do you really think we'll make it back okay?” he asked, trying her.
“Well, do you?”
And so they continued on their way.
A little while later,
they pulled up to the store, as Michele had promised Matthew. The sign read
‘Pawn Solutions.’
“I think this is the place,” Matthew said, looking around skeptically.
They went in, and Matthew was still a little unsure. Suddenly, Matthew noticed something.
“Well, this’ll work.” This he said, while looking down at a typewriter he noticed.
Michele asked, “You like that?”
Matthew replied, “This looks just like the one I bought, but lost!”
They looked at the price tag. “$45.00.” said Michele.
“What?” said Matthew looking a little surprised, “Did I really pay that much for it back then?”
“Well…” suggested Michele “Maybe you did.”
They both looked around a little bit, and Michele suddenly pointed out something... She expressed interest in a necklace she had found.
“What’s that?” Matthew asked. Michele was looking at the necklace, examining the price. $79.00 was written on the tag. Matthew saw it and said, “Do you want that?”
Michele then looked at Matthew and laughed. “Yeah right,” she said.
“No, I’m serious.” Matthew said smiling.
“Listen,” said Michele, “Maybe, in another lifetime!”
“Hey,” said Mathew, “I’m patient. Would you really like that?”
At that Michele looked at her watch and, noticing the time, began heading for the door knowing they needed to get back.
“Where you going?” Matthew asked. “I’m serious!”
Michele continued toward the door saying, “Come on, Matt, we need to get back.”
After climbing in, they then got back on the road.
On the trip back, Matthew was thinking.
“So what's up, Matthew? It's been awfully quiet here...”
“Oh, sorry,” Matthew replied. “What's the best way to say thank you?”
Then he said, “I really wanted to get you that necklace! I was about to make sure I could afford it!”
Michelle looked over at Matthew and said, “Matthew, thanks, but just saying thank you is the best way! You can't buy appreciation.”
Then she smiled, glancing over at him, “Or friendship.”
Matthew glanced back and smiled. As the journey continued, they engaged in light conversation.
“I think this is the place,” Matthew said, looking around skeptically.
They went in, and Matthew was still a little unsure. Suddenly, Matthew noticed something.
“Well, this’ll work.” This he said, while looking down at a typewriter he noticed.
Michele asked, “You like that?”
Matthew replied, “This looks just like the one I bought, but lost!”
They looked at the price tag. “$45.00.” said Michele.
“What?” said Matthew looking a little surprised, “Did I really pay that much for it back then?”
“Well…” suggested Michele “Maybe you did.”
They both looked around a little bit, and Michele suddenly pointed out something... She expressed interest in a necklace she had found.
“What’s that?” Matthew asked. Michele was looking at the necklace, examining the price. $79.00 was written on the tag. Matthew saw it and said, “Do you want that?”
Michele then looked at Matthew and laughed. “Yeah right,” she said.
“No, I’m serious.” Matthew said smiling.
“Listen,” said Michele, “Maybe, in another lifetime!”
“Hey,” said Mathew, “I’m patient. Would you really like that?”
At that Michele looked at her watch and, noticing the time, began heading for the door knowing they needed to get back.
“Where you going?” Matthew asked. “I’m serious!”
Michele continued toward the door saying, “Come on, Matt, we need to get back.”
After climbing in, they then got back on the road.
On the trip back, Matthew was thinking.
“So what's up, Matthew? It's been awfully quiet here...”
“Oh, sorry,” Matthew replied. “What's the best way to say thank you?”
Then he said, “I really wanted to get you that necklace! I was about to make sure I could afford it!”
Michelle looked over at Matthew and said, “Matthew, thanks, but just saying thank you is the best way! You can't buy appreciation.”
Then she smiled, glancing over at him, “Or friendship.”
Matthew glanced back and smiled. As the journey continued, they engaged in light conversation.
At last, they returned
to Meadow Green, and parked.
After she turned the car off, Michele glanced over to see Matthew looking at her. She asked, “All right, we're back. D'ja have fun?” She smiled at him.
“'Did I have fun?' Michele, I'm really glad I got to spend all this time with you. I'm glad for everything I got to know about you. I really think our friendship has only grown, and...”
Matthew paused before he continued, “I think I look at you in a totally different way now.” He paused and said, “I love you, Michele.” Then he smiled and said, “But you knew that, right?”
Michele smiled,then opened the door, got out, and walked over to Matthew's side. Then she opened his door, and lifted him out to a standing position. Once they got eye-to-eye, Michele said, “I really look at you differently now, Matthew.”
She then continued looking at Matthew and said, “Remember I said I loved you? Well, that's still true.”
He looked at her and smiled as she sat him down and got his wheelchair.
Soon, they were both out and began heading in.
It was Saturday so naturally no one was at the receptionist desk. They headed down the hall toward Matthew’s room.
“So you glad we went?” Michele asked.
Matthew rolled into his room. “Michele, it was a good trip, thanks,”
Suddenly Bob popped his head into Matthew’s room and said, “Michele, we need to talk.”
Matthew gulped.
Michele said, “Matthew, I’ll let you finish settling in and I’ll see you for our next session when you’re scheduled, I think on Monday.” She then walked out the door, and down the hall following Bob toward his office. Matthew turned and rolled over to his desk to write down what he remembered of the trip they had just taken.
Then he began writing something unexpected.
Michele,
And he thought. Almost half intentionally, he found himself writing,
I'm writing this now, after we've just gotten back I just want you to know how greatful I am to have a friend like you.
He paused and thought. Then he continued, I would like you to know that no matter what happens in life, I will always he thought... And continued, be here as someone you can talk to, I will be happy to give you anything you want, and then he finished I just want you to know that you have given me more then, he just erased that last part and rewrote Michele, I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say he had to pause and think, you have made me think about and see 'What?' he thought the possibilities of having another person to walk at my pace, he erased those last few words and rewrote what it's like to have someone else in my life that's really interested in me, and he dropped his pencil and thought.
“Yo Matt?”
He jumped as a voice from behind piped up and startled him. He turned around. “Matt? C'mon. We're all playing bingo in the dining room.” It was Gary, one of the staff at the place.
“Awright. I, uh... was just...” he looked down at what he was writing. What was he trying to say? He'd lost his train of thought. He sighed and turned around, followed Gary down the hall.
After she turned the car off, Michele glanced over to see Matthew looking at her. She asked, “All right, we're back. D'ja have fun?” She smiled at him.
“'Did I have fun?' Michele, I'm really glad I got to spend all this time with you. I'm glad for everything I got to know about you. I really think our friendship has only grown, and...”
Matthew paused before he continued, “I think I look at you in a totally different way now.” He paused and said, “I love you, Michele.” Then he smiled and said, “But you knew that, right?”
Michele smiled,then opened the door, got out, and walked over to Matthew's side. Then she opened his door, and lifted him out to a standing position. Once they got eye-to-eye, Michele said, “I really look at you differently now, Matthew.”
She then continued looking at Matthew and said, “Remember I said I loved you? Well, that's still true.”
He looked at her and smiled as she sat him down and got his wheelchair.
Soon, they were both out and began heading in.
It was Saturday so naturally no one was at the receptionist desk. They headed down the hall toward Matthew’s room.
“So you glad we went?” Michele asked.
Matthew rolled into his room. “Michele, it was a good trip, thanks,”
Suddenly Bob popped his head into Matthew’s room and said, “Michele, we need to talk.”
Matthew gulped.
Michele said, “Matthew, I’ll let you finish settling in and I’ll see you for our next session when you’re scheduled, I think on Monday.” She then walked out the door, and down the hall following Bob toward his office. Matthew turned and rolled over to his desk to write down what he remembered of the trip they had just taken.
Then he began writing something unexpected.
Michele,
And he thought. Almost half intentionally, he found himself writing,
I'm writing this now, after we've just gotten back I just want you to know how greatful I am to have a friend like you.
He paused and thought. Then he continued, I would like you to know that no matter what happens in life, I will always he thought... And continued, be here as someone you can talk to, I will be happy to give you anything you want, and then he finished I just want you to know that you have given me more then, he just erased that last part and rewrote Michele, I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say he had to pause and think, you have made me think about and see 'What?' he thought the possibilities of having another person to walk at my pace, he erased those last few words and rewrote what it's like to have someone else in my life that's really interested in me, and he dropped his pencil and thought.
“Yo Matt?”
He jumped as a voice from behind piped up and startled him. He turned around. “Matt? C'mon. We're all playing bingo in the dining room.” It was Gary, one of the staff at the place.
“Awright. I, uh... was just...” he looked down at what he was writing. What was he trying to say? He'd lost his train of thought. He sighed and turned around, followed Gary down the hall.
In time, Monday came,
and Matthew got his schedule for the week.
He was not scheduled to see Michele.
He looked at Tuesday. He was not
scheduled to see Michele. The thought
that he'd gotten Michele in trouble raced through his mind and terrified
him. Then, he glanced at Wednesday. He felt as if a huge weight had been taken
off his shoulders, as he read 2:00 Cog
(Michele). He reached in his pocket
and clutched the letter.
THE END
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Tonight on Duck Dynasty the Robertsons are putting a hot tub in. Godwin is getting the hot tub and he farted in it. Martin went on a date last week, so the Robertson women dressed him. He said he felt like a doll. Martin had A LOT of socks and mustard. Si pretended to be Martin's date at one point, and got very offended when Martin wouldn't call him Tiffany. In the end, though, everything worked out and Martin got a second date.
Martin Luther King Jr.'s Impact
Martin Luther King Jr is a person who had a huge impact on our society. His goal was do away with segregation and in general get civil rights. He organized huge rallies and marches on major cities in the US including Washington DC. He was assassinated before his dream was accomplished. This year and in fact today is the 50th anniversary of his “I have A Dream” speech. I believe this was his most important speech because this is the one that I like the most and it is also his most well known by everyday people.
Thank you Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for all that you did for our society.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Chip Kelly named Micheal Vick Eagles starting QB!
Michael Vick is named the starter for the Eagles. Vick beat out Nick Foles for the position, ending months of drama. Chip Kelly, their new head coach, said. I think they will only use Foles sparingly, like if Vick bruises his ribs or gets another concussion, I pray to god I didn't just jinx Vick or the Eagles for that matter! All I have left to say is GO BIRDS!
Eagles quarterback
I think the Eagles quarterback should stay the same Michail Vick is the worst player. He should not even be able to play football for any team in the NFL. Because he is the worst player in the world. He's a ball hog because he thinks he's the best player. I think he should not be able to play football for any team in the NFL because of the whole dog fighting maches he had in his basement. If Michial Vick isn't heathy he should not be able to play football in the NFL.
by: JAKE FREY
Why Shawn Peters is AWESOME!!!
Someone may ask why is Shawn Peters awesome? Some will ask how he is so awesome? Well this is easier done than said but the top ten reasons are found below.
1) He is number one. Enough said.
2)He is so good at King's Corner that in several states he isn't allowed to play it.
3) He can run on so little sleep that the government wants to study him to make their army tougher.
4) His role model Blain looks up to him.
5) His older brother Joey asks Shawn if he does a good job mowing the lawn. And if he didn't...the pain comes.
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10) He doesn't need all ten reasons to explain how awesom he is.
The End???
-By: Shawn Edward Peters the orignal
Friday, August 9, 2013
Who?
Who?
Who could you be?
A simple man
Who enjoys life's simple pleasures.
But who, then, am I?
Am I the one who loves Courtney?
Maybe.
But another round?
Maybe.
And the fallacy may continue.
But that bears nothing
(something?
Little?
Next to nothing?)
Or what really is at stake here?
A simple woman, one who loves the quaff
But what could be done with my life?
Everything or
Nothing at all?
Utterly, convincingly white
Who?
Masculinity
Is just as many precieve it
And not
The numerous styles and modalities of being a man
Are like a friend I once had
As I think back to those collegiate days of yore
Trying to circumnavigate the barbed wire fence
It was electrified, too
And college was a place
Where simplicity meant being alone
I was never alone
Supposedly I was never simple, then
Computers were everywhere
and high culture was melted with the new wave of machines
So now, has this come to be me? I?
Mr.Thomson and Mr.Satterthwaite
“I USED TO WORK WITH YOUR WIFE AT THE RED CROSS IN TOWN”
I might shout out the passenger window of the car
Merrily driving through Langhorne, PA
With my Mother
So it's true-I'm not all that
All what?
An athiest who is too afraid
to spend hours in front of the mirror
in order to properly
Adore the Magi therin
Lest his father find him
Ah-his Father!
Indeed a hot topic for you.
A man who was everything and nothing
all at the exact same time
to coin a familiar phrase.
But the armies of Thompson and Satterthwaite
as they battle over my brain. . .
against the historical adeptitude of Dr. Jeap--
IT WORKS TO KEEP ME NEUTRAL!
Meetings are key in my new future
And is survival is a must
Alcoholics Anonymous i appreciate
Making a few meetings now and again
Switzerland is important in my mind
As are the Quakers
Is Swiss neutrality to Mennonite nonresistance
As B is to C?
Ohhh. . . Dearest!
Are you High yet?
But I remember
My gay, bisexual rattle
Are you the one. . .
Who is ostensibly into scents?
Are you the one. . .
Who has a deep love and respect for religions?
Or are you the one?
She points with a long finger
And stares at me with angry eyes.
And there was more. . .so much more.
by Doug Wert
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
The end of July
Wednesday, July 30, 2013 @ 9:30 AM
On Monday morning I tried calling my brother Tim and his wife Doris answered . I asked her if I could talk to Tim and she told me that he was still in bed. So at about two PM I tried because he leaves for work at 2:15, I left it ring four times and hung up because I didn't want to get the answer box. I then went in and went to the bathroom and as soon as I got in there my cell phone started to ring, I looked on it and it said “Tim”, so I answered and Tim told me that he will be here next Friday at noon to pick me up for an eight day visit!
I called and talked to our second cousin Billy Beard over the weekend and he told me that he would get me that Kawasaki ZXX-14 in red or blue real soon! I told him that I would ride with him all the time! Our cousin Jim is supposed to be getting me that new Corvette in red with a hard top and manual transmission real soon.
I talked to our uncle Aldus over the weekend and he told me that he would work very hard to get me into that place on South Potomac Street in Waynesboro very soon and live with him and Aunt Nancy! I also called and talked to our aunt May and she told me that she and our uncle Ralph will work very hard to get me into one of those three places in Chambersburg very soon.
No patter what happens it will be better for me in the long run!
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Cowboys
Shawn 's Top Games
- New York Giants play Dallas Cowboys Sun, 8:30 PM Oct.13
- Miami Dolphins Sun,1:00 pm Cleveland Aug10
- Mon, 7:10 Pm Philadelphia play Washington Mon, Sep 9
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Jason
POPPOP
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
FROM
YOUR GRANDSON
JASON
THERE
WAS ONLY ONE POP-POP. ONE REAL POP-POP IN THE WORLD AND THAT WAS JOE
ADAMO. HE WAS LOVING, CARING, AND MOST OF ALL FUNNIER THAN ANYONE.
EVEN WHEN HE WASN'T TRYING TO BE FUNNY, IT WAS JUST HIS FACIAL
EXPRESSIONS AND THE WAY HE WORDED CERTAIN COMMENTS WAS HILARIOUS.
POP-POP WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE. I REMEMBER WHEN POP-POP
WOULD PLAY TAG WITH ME AND ALL OF THE COUSINS OR BASEBALL WITH ME AND
ALL OF THE KIDS ACROSS THE STREET. HE WOULD BE HILARIOUS THEN TOO. HE
WOULD TAKE ME ALONG TO FLEA MARKETS AND I WOULD TELL HIM STUFF AND I
WAS EITHER BORED OR ANNOYING HIM, HE WOULD SEND ME OUT TO CHECK IF
ANYONE ELSE WAS SELLING THE SAME STUFF AS HIM AND TO CHECK THE
PRICES, I WOULD DO JUST THAT, AND HE SAID THAT HE SENT ME ON THOSE
MISSIONS BECAUSE I WAS BREAKING HIS ASS, THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SAYING
OF HIS, HE ALWAYS SAID I AM SUCH AN ASSBREAKER. AND AFTER MY COMAM
POP BECANE NY ONLY FRIEND, I WOULD JUST CALL HIM UP TO TRAVEL
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES JUST TO PLAY CARDS AND HE DID IT VERY HAPPILY. I
TOLD POP-POP THAT HIS MOTHER AND FATHER ARE WAITING FOR HIM. POP-POP
YOU WERE LOVED MORE THAN YOU KNOW, WE'RE ALL GOING TO MISS THE HELL
OUT OF YOU.
DO
YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO MAKE ME AND MICHELE LAUGH ALL THE TIME
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG. WE USED TO MAKE FUN OF YOUR EARS AND HANDS. AND
WHEN YOU USED TO TAKE ME AND MICHELE TO YOUR PRINT SHOP ADAMO
PRINTING AND
HOW HOW I WOULD HELP YOU OPEN BOXES AND STACK BUNDLES OF PAPER DOWN
THE BASEMENT OF THE SHOP? WE WERE YOUR LITTLE HELPERS!AND HOW I WOULD
COME TO THE FLEA MARKET TO HELP YOU. YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD GRANDFATHER
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR GONE!
POPPOP
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
FROM
YOUR GRANDSON
JASON
DO
YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO MAKE ME AND MICHELE LAUGH ALL THE TIME
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG. WE USED TO MAKE FUN OF YOUR EARS AND HANDS. AND
WHEN YOU USED TO TAKE ME AND MICHELE TO YOUR PRINT SHOP ADAMO
PRINTING AND
HOW HOW I WOULD HELP YOU OPEN BOXES AND STACK BUNDLES OF PAPER DOWN
THE BASEMENT OF THE SHOP? WE WERE YOUR LITTLE HELPERS!AND HOW I WOULD
COME TO THE FLEA MARKET TO HELP YOU. YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD GRANDFATHER
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR GONE! WE
WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU POPPOP!!!
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
July 4th
Special things I would like to do on this fourth of July
-fireworks are starting at 10:15 at Lititz Springs Park
-Celebrate America, Longwood Gardens, July 3 at 9:15 p.m.
-Ephrata Community Fireworks, Lincoln Heights Outdoor recreation area, July 4th at 9:30 p.m.
-Lancaster Barnstormers Fireworks Celebration, Clipper Magazine Stadium, July 4th following game Lancaster Barnstormers vs. Sugarland Skeeters . Game starts at 7:00 p.m.
-Fireworks at War Memorial Park on last day of Carnival, Marietta, July 4th at 10:00 p.m.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Monsters University Review
When I heard that the latest film from Pixar Animation
Studios (the creators of Toy Story and, Up) was a prequel to Monsters
Inc., I scoffed. The original film was an early Pixar work, and it was
clever and funny, but a touch formulaic. Considering
the disaster of Cars 2, a worse
sequel to a mediocre film, my hopes for Monsters
University were on the floor. Despite my hesitation, I was pleasantly
surprised by the film. Monsters
University is wildly funny, full of heart, and far less predictable than
the first film.
Like Cars 2, this prequel stars the first film’s breakout character, as opposed
to the lead. The reason that works here, and not in Cars 2, is that Billy Chrystal has 20 times more charisma and charm
than Larry the Cable Guy. In this film,
Mike is attending Monsters University, hoping to be a top scarer. Mike has studied very hard about how to scare
children, but he himself is just not scary.
This simple fact about him gets him laughed at and rejected by the jocks
(the main jock played by Nathan Fillian), as well as the Dean (Helen Miren). We
know from this first movie that Mike
does not achieve his goal of becoming a scarer, but the reason the film doesn’t
end up with a negative message is that Mike is always so positive and happy
with himself.
As far as plot, the film is a spoof
of classic college movies like Revenge of
the Nerds and Animal House. The film revolves around Mike meeting
Sully (John Goodman) and the difficult start to their relationship. Because Sully is naturally scary, (he even
comes from a family of scarers), he slacks off and at one pint hangs out with
the jocks. This leads to tension with hardworking Mike. Eventually, the two start to bond over a
series of Greek games which pit them
and several nerds against the jocks. You
may think you know this kind of plot, but the direction the film takes with it
is more creative than you may imagine.
All the new monsters in this film are well
designed and individually entertaining. While many of them are archetypes, they
interact well off Mike and Sully, and the actors give good performances. One element I should elaborate on is that this
film is hysterical. Mike and Sully meet a fraternity of nerds, (including Dave Foley
and Joel Murray) all of whom are hilarious.
And there are plenty of great gags that involve them.
Monsters
University is full of great character moments, lots of laughs, and has a
story that is more engaging and less predictable than that of the first one.
This movie was a pleasant surprise for me, and it may be the same for you.
Friday, June 21, 2013
eyes
EYES
Eyes, eyes and only eyes
only yours and only for you
Must you ask
and must I answer?
That question, probing my masculinity
“What do you want?”
Eyes, eyes and only eyes
ABOUT (and Accents) (and Women) [and gayness]
There was a little story 'boot
A man named John
He was a man
True man from true man
But that's hardly important.
Or is it?
Gee, they sure pronounce “about” oddly up in Canada
You can find even stranger pronunciations in Newfoundland
But that's only in the East
Try out Western Canada
Where a washrag
Is a washcloth
I ought stop before Colleen harbors a resentment against me
As she gurgles and moans
Are there problems with her intestines?
There may be problems with mine if I'm not careful.
But no, she'll take it on the gut, like an honest lady
Invariably I'm not and yogurt is called into help
But that's old and now there are new fish to fry
Our Lady of Grace, she is.
Colleen, Colleen
Our Lady of Grace, she is, she is.
But now my sweet Catholicism.
Mary, sweet Mary.
And yes, Mr. Coventry, such a gay man
Your contributions were taken to heart.
Heart, mind, body and spirit.
Are all homosexuals Protestant, then?
A little girl asks.
Oh, no, her instructor says, and looks nervously at her watch.
The only generalization safe to make
Is that there are no generalizations safe to make
Monday, June 17, 2013
Rays Memorial day Vacation I went to
visit Fern and Hervy !
I had a good time I went swimming had
lots of fun playing with Adriana I had lots of good stuff to eat !
Adriana was in a parade She played her Horn She was proud! And She
did a good job ! They sounded good ! I hope I can See them again soon
! I miss them when I don't get to see them !
JOLLY OLDE ENGLAND!
Ten years ago this week my family and I traveled to Great Britain for almost three weeks. We took off from Dulles Airport in Washington D.C. at 8 A.M. We landed at 4 P.M. Greenwich Mean Time thoroughly exhausted. The next week was spent in London and the villages on the way to Edinboro where we saw the main castle in Edinboro, Scotland. Then we caught the ferry in Wales to travel a week in the Republic of Ireland. Ireland was so peaceful and beautiful that I could see myself living there! After our stint in Ireland, it was back to London via Liverpool to see the Cavern Club where the Beatles used to play. Then it was back to America!!!!