I've mentioned my energy-thing before huh. In case you don't remember... I have this energy-thing :) It's a daily battle, my struggle against low energy. I always sleep during the afternoon. Not just a "if I lie down I feel better" sleep, but a "if I don't lie down, I don't make it through the day" sleep. Sometimes my sleep is longer than other times though, and I can't always predict it... It's happened twice now. I've gone to bed, put in my ear plugs so as not to be disturbed too soon, put my phone on 'silent'... and then OFF I was! On a journey of sleepiness. Unfortunately, these two times my journey was way too far. I had an appointment, there was someone at the door (ringing away), and the noise didn't make it through my ear plugs. I was fast asleep and was only rudely awakened when someone climbed over my fence and rattled my door. Maybe I should have some kind of fire alarm next to my bed. Any ideas?! |
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Maybe you’ve forgotten, but my bike has this silent motor that enables it to speed full steam up a bridge, or against incredible gusts of wind. Making you look incredibly in shape, and sporty. Harharhar.
This motor came to me from a governmental organization which carries out the WMO laws. There is money, but it is becoming harder and harder to get any of it. You have to really do your best to appear in need. Well, I really did my best. And I appeared enough in need to get the signature for the motor. So a few weeks ago I thought I’d go back to thank the lady who gave me the signature. I felt inspired by this instance in the Bible, where ten people (seriously ill) get healed by Jesus, go to the priest to prove this, and only one comes back to thank Him. Jesus is disappointed… My inspiration to do some thanking was big and when I thought maybe, perhaps God said, “You know you don’t have to do it” I wasn’t in a very obedient mood. So off I went, on a nice morning, biking the 45 minutes or so to the office. I didn’t get lost this time. I parked the bike at the handicapped parking lot and found my way to the elevator, to the sixth floor. Here I hobbled in and triumphantly asked for the signature lady. But. She wasn’t there. She was on vacation. A good three weeks. I had indeed thought, that God had discouraged me that morning. Oh the disobedience! The flowers I had brought would never survive until the lady’s return. I told the receptionist though, that I absolutely refused to take them back with me. They would have to find some other home. Yes, the situation was pretty tragic. But I had a good laugh about it. This last week the signature lady called me, and voiced her great thankfulness over the phone. She hadn’t actually had the chance to see the flowers, but she said how beautiful they must have been. I didn’t tell her I had thought they were on sale (because they were so old) the day before. I suppose that looking back, I indeed didn’t have to do it. But it was an interesting situation anyways. |
Mattanja OosterhuisHaving grown up in diverse places on earth, I suppose I've learned to make the best of what comes my way. Such as a hemorrhage. After this bleeding in my head occurred in dec. 2010, my life has come to look different. On my blog I write about some of this. Archives
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