Foxys Angels

I am lucky enough to have genuine angels in my life on a daily basis. These angels are my coworkers. The women I work alongside 13 hrs a day, for the past 8 years, have come to mean the world to me. These women whom I otherwise would have nothing other than where we work in common, have become trusted members of my family. Getting me through many of life's ups and downs. These women are my mothers age and have children my age. But unlike my birth mother they are from all over the world and have different experiences to bring to the table. Winning them over at first wasn't easy, but somehow I did. I credit them for my love of being a NICU nurse as well as teaching me everything I know. These women were hand picked by god to bring love and joy to my life. Without them the stress of the career would have gotten to me long ago, and I don't know where I would be today. They have been known to bring me toilet paper, deodorant and even perfect fitting name brand hand me down party dresses. They have done all of this selflessly for nothing in return other than a thank you and a smile. Getting to know and love these women of other cultures and their family's has put the wanderlust travel bug in me. There is still so much good in this world to see, if you just open your eyes. They have gotten me to open my eyes and see the world differently. The world through the eyes of love, appreciation, dreams and hard work. Words and actions could never express the gratitude I feel for them and everything they do and continue to do for me. I am truly blessed to have them in my life.... even if they do drive me crazy sometimes!

Coming to terms

There comes a time when you need to come to terms with what is right in front of your face. As a nurse I come to conclusions by looking at all the data, the patient, but motley from my gut feeling. My gut has never steered me wrong. All I ever wanted was a semi normal family I could bring a guy home to on holidays. Now I have practically no immediate family left. Morning the loss of someone I though I knew, whom is still alive is a million times harder than morning the dead. Morning in silence as not to disrespect those involved. Allowing others to deal in their own ways without judgment. Every single man in my life has let me down. A father I have never known, a brother in prison. How will I ever move on from this? Healing takes time and I have nothing but time.....