tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post5650284660559716080..comments2023-05-16T05:49:25.942-07:00Comments on Teaching Tuck and Ty: Seat 23 B. In the Middle.Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04312591258763500980noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-12090479396675039732011-09-24T11:09:02.873-07:002011-09-24T11:09:02.873-07:00Miss Tricia,
Our little Madelynn is named after ...Miss Tricia, <br /><br />Our little Madelynn is named after Madeleine L'Engle. :) I wanted desperately to write her and tell her, but she passed in Oct. 2009 (our Mady was born that December). Glad you are able to take comfort her in work; it helps to see other people have survived the journey - and you are carrying on her favor. Much love to you and yours.J.Nackerudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14808732933163312212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-21959373370495481212011-09-24T10:54:36.379-07:002011-09-24T10:54:36.379-07:00Miss Tricia, did you know our Madelynn is named af...Miss Tricia, did you know our Madelynn is named after Madeleine L'Engle? She died in October 2009, two months before I was able to write her a letter to tell her. My grandmother just sent me a collection of letters sent between Madeleine and a good friend of my grandmother's. She is a safe place, indeed, Friend. Take comfort in the journey others have taken before you. Thank you for your continued words.J.Nackerudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14808732933163312212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-31012040081979626602011-09-24T10:37:26.246-07:002011-09-24T10:37:26.246-07:00oh tricia!...you have told this story so well that...oh tricia!...you have told this story so well that i couldn't take my eyes off of it to the very end!..<br />you know what?, you and <br />madeleine may have cruised to a safe landing between these two odd balls, but you know what?..i really do think that you are a nice person that cannot help but talk to people...i mean even in a waiting room at the doctors or anywhere...you give the people the time of day. just like you do your readers and that is a gift that you have!..i mean, this was a great true story on a dull saturday afternoon for me!...love terry <br /><br />ps..i don't think that you are a<br />plagiarizer either tricia..your precious stories are one of a kind!Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08917338886406940158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-64361358489478814572011-09-22T14:45:30.589-07:002011-09-22T14:45:30.589-07:00We've never met, but I've been reading you...We've never met, but I've been reading your blog since January. I have had to notice how much we circumstantially have in common- I'm a redhead, married to a big hearted, Christ-following man, with lovely red haired children. I was an elementary ed major in college, love to read, and hope to write a book someday. It appears we are the same age and married our husbands the same summer. This post made me gasp when I read where Robb worked, because my husband also works for Farmers. It's just a little weird. Please don't mistake my notation of our similarities as me pretending that I can understand what you are going through, because obviously I can't and that's not my intention. But those basic similarities somehow make what you write hit a little closer to home with me as I realize how fragile life is and how quickly the unthinkable can happen. Thank you so much for writing about the hard things and sharing your heart with strangers. It changes us, makes us think, challenges us, and gives us hope. You and your boys are often in my prayers. (Sorry this had nothing to do with your post :)Macksgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-90090537991969490272011-09-22T05:57:48.057-07:002011-09-22T05:57:48.057-07:00Wow! I pray that God will give me the right words...Wow! I pray that God will give me the right words when I am in situations like this. I want to be a blessing not a burden!! I'm sorry that you have to face this stuff! <br />Praying for you!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07075313642309338412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-76131250922613576542011-09-21T19:54:37.320-07:002011-09-21T19:54:37.320-07:00oh goodness!! i always get nervous around people o...oh goodness!! i always get nervous around people on planes ha! once i was speaking with my daughter in simple spanish that we are teaching her and this woman asked what region i was from lol I looked puzzling at her and she's like i'm a high school spanish teacher, what region do you come from...i smiled and said ohio lol hahaha!Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01516400794674132681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-51626057048806069362011-09-21T17:41:10.102-07:002011-09-21T17:41:10.102-07:00Really? How do they know if it's the wrong thi...Really? How do they know if it's the wrong thing? <br /><br />People don't do things to harm others, most of the time. They do what is comfortable for themselves. These men weren't edging on Tricia, they were attempting in their own way to be friendly. <br /><br />As a writer, his perception of writers was skewed a bit, although... I know writers who never pickup a book out of fear of copyright infringement.Others never stop reading (good for you Tricia). Personally, I read when I can, but more often than not, I'm writing instead. <br /><br />Tricia, most people don't understand your feelings. But they do understand that they are uncomfortable trying to relate to you, in this time of pain, so they make mistakes by relating in ways they believe they'd want to have others relate to them. Would it happen that way? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. My point is, you have to protect yourself (with ear plugs, etc.) and it's okay to say, "I can't have this conversation right now." <br /><br />My personal moment to remember came earlier this week when a woman said (about my mom), "Some people are just too sweet to live on this earth." I was instantly in tears, but the sentiment has come back to me over and over. I believe that to be true about my mom. This past years events would have been very painful for her. Instead, she's safe in the arms of God, far away from the pain. <br /><br />We are blessed with tender moments, and then God takes his chosen home. Treasured memories come from such as these. :)Jan Verhoeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08937757939280185890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-14302221719181072542011-09-21T07:33:01.546-07:002011-09-21T07:33:01.546-07:00Oh, sweetie. Un.Be.Lievable. Wow. Just. Wow. ...Oh, sweetie. Un.Be.Lievable. Wow. Just. Wow. I HATE when people say the wrong thing. I want to walk around with you and protect you all the time from people saying the wrong thing to you. I'm so sorry.Noelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13714541394769902623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610793243623090328.post-21617342800720956502011-09-21T07:31:38.703-07:002011-09-21T07:31:38.703-07:00Wow...
I hate getting stuck next to weird people....Wow...<br /><br />I hate getting stuck next to weird people. But one time I got stuck next to the most inspirational person ever. She was tall, like me, and she empathized with the perils of my tallness in a motherly older sort of way (she was older). And then she spoke to my unspoken fear of men finding me attractive, being so tall, by saying her boyfriend loved her height. "He calls my legs his runway." She was an airline stewardess. It was sexy.Jaimie Teekellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07845537262456320501noreply@blogger.com