When mom met me up this morning, she was asking me which celebrity was my favorite, you know favorite female actress or male actor. It reminds me of a one, of one of those party games that are meant to catch you offguard guard. She asked me a bunch of other questions, I answered accordingly. At the end of the game and after I was done using the toilet and eating breakfast… I wished that I would have been able to come up with better responses. I think I said Jim Carrey and Julia Roberts. Looking back however, I would have changed my answers. Jim Carrey would have been a contender but Matthew McConaughey would have knocked him off of the top spot. As far as favorite actresses go, and still would have been Katherine Hagel, even though her career has been put on hold because of her desire to have a family.
Mom then switched to questions that were of a more personal nature. That game reminding me of something I saw on one of my all-time favorite TV shows, Charmed. I think the sisters were sitting at P 3 and playing a version of 20 questions. I know that particular episode was rather well. And one of the questions they asked, that stuck with me was the following: "… Would you save first strangers or one family member?" They responded appropriately at first, at least I think so. However, by the end of episode they had changed their answer.
If I had been there, I would've changed the question. To something like this, "if you had the opportunity to save a family member, caught in a house fire or some other life-threatening disaster or spider that handicapped individual in the same positi I you bother helping them?"
This makes me think of things my mother said, after the twin towers fell. She told me that she was horrified for all the people that died, but thought of me instantly whaw people in wheelchairs trapped in stairwells. Because I am her daughter I know exactly what she would have done. She would have tried to help us people, but if there is nothing that she could do for them she would have done anything in her power to get back to me.
I know I sound like I'm rambling, and the title of this blog has a different implication, but sometimes my mind just goes where it goes. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I've been wondering whether he means to be a young woman in a wheelchair in these days, and how many perfect strangers would come to my rescue. After the twin towers fell, mom always joked, "No more high-rises for you!"In response, I was a eternal optimist and acted like I knew that people would help me. However, later on I secretly apply that rule to myself. I have realized, that that can't always be the case, you can't be afraid to live the life you want just because something bad may happen one day. If I am ever working someplace and something like that happens, I must have faith that there would be good Samaritans out there that would at least try to save my life.
No morbidity intended, like I said, my mind goes where it goes.
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Mom then switched to questions that were of a more personal nature. That game reminding me of something I saw on one of my all-time favorite TV shows, Charmed. I think the sisters were sitting at P 3 and playing a version of 20 questions. I know that particular episode was rather well. And one of the questions they asked, that stuck with me was the following: "… Would you save first strangers or one family member?" They responded appropriately at first, at least I think so. However, by the end of episode they had changed their answer.
If I had been there, I would've changed the question. To something like this, "if you had the opportunity to save a family member, caught in a house fire or some other life-threatening disaster or spider that handicapped individual in the same positi I you bother helping them?"
This makes me think of things my mother said, after the twin towers fell. She told me that she was horrified for all the people that died, but thought of me instantly whaw people in wheelchairs trapped in stairwells. Because I am her daughter I know exactly what she would have done. She would have tried to help us people, but if there is nothing that she could do for them she would have done anything in her power to get back to me.
I know I sound like I'm rambling, and the title of this blog has a different implication, but sometimes my mind just goes where it goes. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I've been wondering whether he means to be a young woman in a wheelchair in these days, and how many perfect strangers would come to my rescue. After the twin towers fell, mom always joked, "No more high-rises for you!"In response, I was a eternal optimist and acted like I knew that people would help me. However, later on I secretly apply that rule to myself. I have realized, that that can't always be the case, you can't be afraid to live the life you want just because something bad may happen one day. If I am ever working someplace and something like that happens, I must have faith that there would be good Samaritans out there that would at least try to save my life.
No morbidity intended, like I said, my mind goes where it goes.
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