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Seeing past what it seems

{by Melody at Brave Girls Club}

After a dear friend telling me about a hurtful experience she’d had this week…..I began thinking again about a story I have told a few times….a story that my children will tell to their children, and maybe even beyond that… because it was such a learning experience in our family….maybe even a turning point…it’s a story that I think about often because we were the main characters in it 3 or 4 years ago, and even though it was something that lasted less than 15 minutes….it changed all of us….and now I see others differently, especially when it seems that they might be main characters in the same story…or one a lot like it. I used to be too embarrassed to tell this story….but I am not anymore. This is a human story that everyone needs to hear, I truly believe this…I hope you will stay with it, it’s kinda long.

As we move along…I want you to think about some of the big signs with big messages that I bet you wish you could wear around your neck sometimes so that people would be more gentle….or even that you could put around the neck of someone you love….so that you didn’t have to go into a big long story to defend yourself or someone else….so that people would just stop judging and and just be kind.

First, if you don’t know my history because you are brand new to Brave Girls Club…welcome welcome welcome! I need to start this story by giving you a little bit of background….. you see, my husband had an accident in 2004 that injured the frontal lobe of his brain……it has taken 6 years to get him back……but in the middle there, between 2004 and now…lots and lots of stuff happened. He was essentially out of it…but not just that….he changed to someone else, we lost him. His personality changed completely, he could not work, he was angry and depressed and could not cope with human beings.  He did not feel love or affection, really he only felt anger…rage…and he was suicidal most of the time. He did not remember a lot of things. He could not take care of our family or even himself, really……..(and I want to mention again that through lots of miracles, he is 100% recovered now…we are so thankful….he is even BETTER than he was before his accident)

But……during that time…..he would have these confusing and amazing glitches of time when he would be totally normal. It was bittersweet. They would last for an hour sometimes, and sometimes for days…or even weeks…then he would sink back down into that horrible place. When he was sick, I protected him fiercely. I didn’t want anyone to see him like that…I had faith that someday he would recover….but man oh man it was lonely…I wished every single day that I could just walk around with a sign like this….

….because on the outside…I looked like I had EVERYTHING GOING FOR ME…I looked like I might just have a perfect life….but I was hiding a very painful secret….

Well…a lot of other things happened too………you can imagine what might happen over the years while we have a 7 acre farm, a pretty big international business that we own with lots of employees…..a life that  HE managed before his accident, while he just let me do the fun and creative stuff….now we had lots of medical bills…lots of sorrow and lots of distractions……we also had LOTS of kids…..and no one competent managing the business…

Well…after a few years, I couldn’t hold it all together…our business was suffering for all of the reasons listed above and a few more reasons on top of that……..and we discovered that we were really SINKING. Well……one day when he was partly lucid….he was THERE…he was coherent….I told him the condition of our life.

He kind of panicked and he went straight to work figuring out what he could do. It was insanely heartbreaking when he would “wake up” after weeks or months and I had to tell him how much things were deteriorating financially, etc. It was very hard. But when he could, he did what he could….before his mental illness sucked him back into the prison it kept him in most of the time.

He called a sign place and had a huge sign brought out to our house…the kind that you can put letters on, and it was electric and lit up…….He put it by the road in one of our horse fields……then he drove our Suburban….both of our trucks….my classic Thunderbird that he got me for my birthday a few years earlier…..our tractor…all of our tractor implements…the boat that I worked 10 years to get for him (and that caused his brain injury, incidentally)……….and he lined everything up along the fence and he put a price tag on every single thing. Then, he put the letters on that big huge sign and plugged it in.

You have to understand that we had worked for MANY years for those things. We started a business in our twenties and we sacrificed everything we had for all of those years to make it work. We owned almost all of it outright…….but, when I told him that the business was struggling….this is what he did….

Sooooo…..there it was….all in a row……all of our stuff…..out in our field.

All of the neighbors driving by…our friends…the community…..people who knew us most of our lives and people who knew nothing about us…..we were just the young family who lived in that beautiful little farm house on Beacon Light road with the perfect lawn….or what USED to be.

You see, in addition…for months….our once beautifully manicured yard started to be filled with weeds that were now several feet high. I just couldn’t keep it up. The lawn was a nightmare. Everything was just falling apart all around me and my heart was broken over my husband, too. It was humiliating and exhausting and horrible, really.

Well, the sign was not up in the field for more than a few hours…….when my husband’s phone rang….it was someone who saw all the stuff and my husband’s phone number on the big huge sign. We were sitting out in the yard while he was still coherent and he was feeling devastated about the condition of our lawn…..I was apologizing that I just couldn’t do all of it………..he was so heartbroken at his limitations and that he had left me to try to handle our life alone……we were trying to make a plan…..

He answered his phone…I saw that he was just listening…I could hear that the person’s voice was getting louder and louder and louder………..my husband just listened. He turned his back to me a little so I wouldn’t hear. But I could hear it….It seemed to go on and on and on……..

These were the things I could hear on the other end of the phonecall….

“You are bringing down the value of my property with that ugly sign!”

“What are you doing?”

“That is the most obnoxious sign, do you have a permit to have that out there?”

“Are you starting a used car lot?”

“You have got to get all of that moved and out of here or I am calling the authorities”

I sat there, mortified, embarrassed, humiliated, mad, sad, devastated. I was certain that this would snap my husband back into his dark hellish place.

But, when the man was done ranting, my husband waited a second and then very calmly said something that I will never, ever forget…….

“Sir,” he said, “There was a time in this country, in this community…when if you drove past your neighbor’s house and saw every single thing they own was for sale in front of their house…and that their lawn had not been mowed for weeks….that you would stop and say….WHAT IS GOING ON, SOMETHING MUST BE TERRIBLY WRONG, WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP YOU?”

The man was silent…..and then my husband went on to tell him a few details about what was going on with our family….

The man waited a moment and then his tone changed…..he apologized….I mean, really apologized and then said…

“I am going to call all of my friends and see if any of them need any of this stuff….”

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I wish with everything in me that we could have put a sign up on that big stupid lit up billboard in our field that said OUR LIFE IS FALLING APART….  but all that we really could put up is a sign with the price of everything that we owned that was worth any money…….

WHAT IF we could all wear a sign that said what WE REALLY MEANT? What if we could go straight past the small talk……..or the masks…….and we could actually go straight to the heart of the matter…….what if our friends and family wore signs like this?

…we would treat each other differently.

I think we should just try to imagine it………that when a friend is quiet…or not showing up to stuff she usually shows up to….or acting a little “off”….or a family member is wearing pajamas to the grocery store for weeks on end……or not answering the phone…..or the lawn is not mowed…..

whatever it is……….

IT IS A SIGN. It is not a sign that can be read in words and letters, but it is a sign that someone needs to be treated gently…that they need help….most of all, that they need love, understanding…and that they DEFINITELY DO NOT need to be judged.

Every time I think of this story….I want to be better…I want to do better, I don’t want any silent signs to go unread before my eyes or my heart…..I don’t want to make up my own answers to what must be going on…I don’t want to assume………..

Let’s be gentle with each other.

Let’s read each other’s signs.

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08:44 December 6, 2010

This is incredibly beautiful. I can only imagine the strength it took to live through those years and to hold your family together…. Thank you for the reminder to keep my eye out for the signs…. Hoping you, your husband and family are healthy and happy.
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Colleen - Mommy Always Wins11:22 December 6, 2010

Beautifully said…
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Melinda11:58 December 6, 2010

I was browsing through my feed and almost didn’t read this story, until I skimmed across the words “brain injury.” Then I came over and read the whole thing. Our family is in the midst of my MIL’s severe stroke recovery and I can so identify with your wishes of understanding. When she bumps into people at the mall (neurological visual impairment), I wish she had a sign that said, “It’s a miracle I can walk. Sorry to have bumped into you.” Thank you for this – I’m always hungering for stories of others who have gone through these things so we don’t feel quite so alone.

KJ16:13 December 6, 2010

This is quite possibly the most beautiful blog post I’ve ever read.

Thank you.

Robin Dance17:18 December 6, 2010

What if people wore signs around their neck to let you know what's REALLY going on in their lives…? http://bit.ly/eF1QpT via @Storybleed

Amy Ables Lawson17:28 December 6, 2010

A reminder to be gentle with those you meet today: http://bit.ly/gUgHUc (via @PensieveRobin and @Storybleed)

Amy Nabors17:33 December 6, 2010

Great reminder to treat each other gently. We all have an invisible sign. (via @storybleed) http://bit.ly/gseVJS #fb

Shanda18:30 December 6, 2010

Although circumstances may have been different; you managed to completely capture a place where I have been. Where, no doubt, so very many have been. Thank you for taking the time to tell your story and for doing it with the amazing visuals as well. Powerful stuff!
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Bethany19:50 December 6, 2010

I’m new. . . came to this from a fellow blogger who posted about it.

WOW. Just wow. This is something I’ve always tried to remind myself: we don’t know the whole story.

But you just wrote about it so beautifully. Incredibly beautiful.

May God bless you!

Issa12:00 December 8, 2010

This is a truly phenomenal post.

I’m so glad that your husband has made a full recovery too.

Lora01:50 December 17, 2010

I was directed here through Shanda’s blog…beautiful post. Something I’ve tried to do, especially during my last 2.5 years (job loss, foreclosure, etc). But what a beautiful reminder!
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Wilmajean20:24 December 21, 2010

One of the best blog posts I have read in a while. Thanks for the reminder to pay more attention, to my friends of family.

bargainbriana23:47 December 21, 2010

get the kleenex out for this post: http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems/

Colleen23:55 December 21, 2010

RT @bargainbriana: get the kleenex out for this post: http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems/

alaks00:25 December 22, 2010

RT @bargainbriana: get the kleenex out for this post: http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems/

Elizabeth Riche00:57 December 22, 2010

RT @bargainbriana: get the kleenex out for this post: http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems/

Hilary Barnett01:02 December 22, 2010

RT @bargainbriana: get the kleenex out for this post: http://storybleed.com/2010/12/seeing-past-what-it-seems/

Coupon & Deals05:00 December 22, 2010

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His Girl Amber10:30 December 28, 2010

Can’t even figure out how to comment here. This is a beautiful, poignant post. Well said.

Erica Peerenboom14:01 December 28, 2010

Thank you for this. It really touched me. So very true…
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Susan14:19 December 28, 2010

So incredibly honest, real, heart wrenching. Thank you for being willing to share. It has touched me deeply.

smile929121:24 December 28, 2010

As I sit here tonight knowing my house is being sold at a foreclosure tomorrow and I cant do anything because I am unemployed I relate very well to this story. I could stop the foreclosure by filing a BK but all the attorneys i spoke with said I had to pay upfron..even if my child support check would be here in 3 days they said they needed the money first and no check…the bank wont agree to a short sell which would let me stay in house in a few months longer..I have only been unemployed 2 months…but no one will help me unless I have money..if I had money I would be in this mess! My friends dont help they claim they cant yet on Facebook I read thier complaints on thier new Smart phone or vacation they are heading to…and yet here thier “friend” ..me..cant afford food….in all my 40 years I never have needed help yet I do now and no one around. I got here to this place by my ex dragging me through court for years, a sick child and unemployment…I didnt get here by being lazy. So as I read this story I have many signs I can hand..but I hide it all and my friends I dont know if they know how bad I really am off…..well I am facing homelessness thats pretty bad. Gotta go cry some more now:(

Jules Green00:02 December 29, 2010

@smile9291… I don’t really know what to say, except that I’m really sorry. I wish I knew what to say or do, but I don’t :( You’ll be on my mind, and I pray things will work out in a way which blesses you and your family.

Carol Lee08:40 December 31, 2010

Wow!!! Beautifully written and more importantly- truth. Truth that God reveals when he takes us to places we would not raise our hands and say “Pick me!” It is there that are the higher places of learning. Thank you for sharing God’s revelations in your life. For those of us who have gone to some of those places we say, “Amen and Amen.” You are so blessed!!

“He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with him.” Daniel 2 21-22.

Trent Baker16:51 January 15, 2011

Five minutes of my life that I’ll never get back.

LauraAnne18:45 January 15, 2011

This is an amazing story, thank you for sharing. In 2006 I was diagnosed with a pituitary tumor that has forever changed my life in many not so positive ways. It is not a fatal diagnosis, but it is not without its consequences and challenges. The tumor effects complicate my life in many ways and some so subtle those around me aren’t aware. (I’m not sure that those around me are aware of the more profound and obvious affects either) I have been chastised, criticized and humiliated by some of my closest loved ones and friends due to things that are out of my control. It is extremely hurtful and has caused me to retreat and isolate myself from others just to avoid any further humiliation. I have an amazing husband, children, parents and sister and for that I am blessed. I relate to your story on so many levels and often wish people could just see that I am struggling, I am doing my best and I just need love, acceptance and for them to be gentle with me.

kat23:26 January 15, 2011

beautiful. it made me cry. amen.

Dayle12:05 February 26, 2011

Thank you so much for sharing your story. I was in tears. You have a beautiful soul, and I feel grateful to have had a small glimpse into it.

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