Friday, April 2, 2021

What do you enjoy doing?

                         "What do you enjoy doing?"              "What are your hobbies?"

These are very common questions.  I can't even count how many times I've been asked these questions in my almost 50 years of life.  Honestly...I don't know.  I enjoy history...but what good does that do me?  I enjoy travelling...but other than enjoyment, I really can't do anything with this.  

They say find something you are passionate about and work that into a way of life.  But I don't know how to do that. 

Am I really passionate about anything?   

I don't really have any talents.  

I love music, but I'm not musical.  Can't sing...can't play an instrument.  

I'm not athletic.  Not into hiking or climbing.  Have no desire for dangerous things.

If I don't have any passions, does that mean I'm passionless?  Does this make me a dull person?

Wait!  I have one skill...quoting movie lines.  Hmm...where can I go with this?  haha  

Once again...no where.

Ghosts and stuff

Do you believe in ghosts?  I have always been fascinated by ghosts and mythical creatures.  I don't know why.  I blame Scooby Doo.  :)

But seriously, as a Christian we believe our spirit goes to Heaven (or Hell) and that's it.  But I have this...what if in my head.  What if your spirit doesn't go towards the light and you get lost in this weird in-between?  Is this possible?  I guess we could never truly know.  Maybe what if Hell is being stuck reliving your life but not really being there?  I don't know.

My ex-husband and Ronny's father believes Ronny hasn't moved on because of him.  He said he's heard him and seen him in his house and he said others have as well.  He's in such a bad place in his life.  I don't believe Ronny is stuck, but I think Tom is trying to keep him here because of his guilt.  Ronny appeared to me once in a dream.  And he just kept smiling at me, which those that know him know that was not a common thing in the last year of his life.  So I believe he is at peace.  Why else would he just calmly smile at me.

One person said to me any ghostly activity is demonic.  I don't believe this.  I think there is good and bad in everything.  There are angels.  The bible talks about them.  I believe in angels.

When I was in high school, my brothers, myself and my friend Donnell all got in a car accident.  We were driving up Butte Falls highway at 4 am after a church function in Medford.  We were all so tired and were all asleep...literally all of us.  My oldest brother Paul fell asleep at the wheel.  We always joked that we could drive that road in our sleep...well... it didn't work.  Paul was driving and Bill was in the front seat.  Donnell and I were asleep in the back seat without our seat belts.  When he fell asleep he hit the dirt on the side of the road which woke him up.  He overcorrected several times and we slammed into a deep ditch.  Two crazy things happen.  I woke up outside the car.  I remember walking towards the car barefoot on the rocks.  How did I get outside the car??  Also, right before we crashed, we passed a hitchhiker.  A hitchhiker??  On the road in the dark at 4am?  And those of us that grew up in Butte Falls, we knew everyone!  We have no idea who this person was!  He saw us crash.  He then stopped a log truck coming up the hill and went to midway market to call 911 from the pay phone.  I am convinced this person was an angel.  He was there to help us.  As it was, even with his help the ambulance took 45 mins.  My brother Bill was hurt the most.  He had to have surgery and they removed his spleen.  My friend Donnell flew between the seats and her head was by Paul's knee.  She received a large cut on her head (not sure from what).  Paul had a large bruise on his chest from the seat belt.  I had a bruised heel and a small cut on my head.  But my sweater was covered in burrs.  What?  How did that happen?  Did I fall out?  How was I not hurt more?   Anyway, even though Bill was hurt bad, I do believe this could have been a lot worse.  Angels were looking out for us.