Savvy Flight Attendant

This story is from an email my mother sent me.  It was posted on Facebook and may be true or fictitious, I only pass it on as a story.

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“It was a typical airline flight like any other — until one elderly Christian woman was insulted for her faith.  Now, the flight attendant who stepped in is facing controversy for the way she handled the situation.  Two major airline companies have recently come under fire after the world witnessed their lack of care and blatant abuse of their customers.  But I must admit, when I read this story I couldn’t help but smile.

The young flight attendant in this situation stands head and shoulders above the rest and it’s no wonder this Facebook post has been shared over 83,000 times.

The altercation reportedly began when a middle-aged man arrived at his seat on a crowded flight, but refused to sit down.  His seat was next to an elderly white woman reading her Bible.  Disgusted, the Muslim man immediately summoned the flight attendant and ‘demanded another seat’.  The outraged man proceeded to tell the young flight attendant that he refused to sit next to an ‘infidel’.  So the flight attendant did what any good customer service representative would do and explained that she would try to find another seat.  After searching for a seat, the flight attendant returned and reportedly stated:  ‘There are no more seats in economy, but I will check with the captain and see if there is something in first class.’

Almost 10 minutes later, the flight attendant returned and explained that she had found one seat available.  According to Jones’ story, the flight attendant continued: ‘It is our company policy to never move a person from economy to first class, but being that it would be some sort of scandal to force a person to sit next to an unpleasant person, the captain agreed to make the switch to first class.’

Before the outraged man could reply, the attendant gestured to the elderly Christian woman with the Bible and continued: ‘Madam, if you would so kindly retrieve your personal items, we would like to move you to the comfort of first class as the captain doesn’t want you to sit next to such an unpleasant person.’

It didn’t take long for the passengers in the surrounding seats to applaud, while some even gave a standing ovation for the flight attendant.

I couldn’t agree more with the brave flight attendant’s decision to defend this elderly woman and her faith!”


I know you’re probably wondering “which side” I am on: those of you who came over from my last blog already know my back story, my faith and where I stand.  For those newcomers, let me fill you in.  In a nutshell this is it:
I am 60 years old
I am a recovering social alcoholic, meth and crack/cocaine addict.
I have had MS for 13 years.
My husband (also of 13 years) is 57 and is also a recovering alcoholic/addict.
He has Pulmonary Hypertension.
We are both disabled.
We both are Christians and have had near-death experiences that profoundly affected us.
I have 2 adult daughters & 1 adult son, (2 grandchildren for my eldest daughter while my youngest daughter had 1 child whom we adopted when he was an infant, my son has 3 children, including twins; he has 2 adult daughters ( the eldest has 2 daughters.)

In 2016 we were very concerned about what kind of world our grandchildren were going to inherit.  We feared that we had made a mistake voting for Obama in the past.  We felt that the progressive policies, political correctness, system of apologetics, etc. of past administrations have been a glaring disaster which had damaged our country dramatically over the past 20 years.

So, yes, we voted for the current President, Donald Trump.  Why?  Not because we were die-hard fans of his but rather as the “lesser of two evils”.  We didn’t want anyone who would continue the same failed policies.  We figured that all of the Presidents that came before (some good, some bad, and some great, some disastrous) were politicians, maybe it was time to let a businessman run out country like a corporation, start cutting out all the gluttonous waste, trim the budget, eliminate our debt, etc.  How could we be in any worse shape?  If he actually kept his promises, it might be good.

We were shocked that a whole generation of college graduates appeared to be soft, gullible, molly coddled, weaklings because they had been raised up on campuses that gave them days off to grieve over & recuperate from losing an election!  Can you imagine that happening in our school days??  What about the crying rooms, support animals, “safe” rooms, etc?

We saw there was now a generation of lost souls.  They have college degrees but they can’t get/hold a job and need to move back home with mom & dad; they are suicidal for many different reasons, they can’t handle controversy, they are unable participate in an argument or debate without having to resort to running away crying or shouting the other person down because they don’t know how to deal with someone who disagrees with their opinion or rather what they were taught to “think” in school.

I put the word think in quotes because schools don’t teach kids to think anymore.  Children are only taught to regurgitate what the teacher says.  There are no more critical thinking classes, no true debates, exchanging of beliefs, controversial speakers brought in to inspire the pursuit of truth, etc.

How did we ever allow academia to decide what path our children will follow?  Teach them to be atheists, liberals, progressives, socialists?  Did everyone become so busy “earning a living” they failed to pay attention?  Were there too many self-absorbed narcissists with children who allowed the schools systems to raise them?  I know there were large numbers in my later days that were addicts too high to see what was happening.

I received a notice from our 3 year old’s preschool explaining how they were giving the children a safe place to go to when they felt overwhelmed or out of control so they could calm down.  Now I granted that since it is a specialized preschool that deals with autism, learning disabilities, sensory disorders, etc. that it may be a necessity for such a place.  However, they wanted us to set up a “safe place” for Sebastian at home also.  I refuse to do it like that.  I don’t think it is right for us to teach him that he needs a “safe place” to go to at home!  Home is his safe place!!  I will figure it out but it will be called something different; a quiet place, a calming place, my own space, an alone place…  What do you think we should call it?

I don’t like or agree with a lot about what is going on in the world today, or our country and the way that politics has become our all-encompassing guide to life.  I’ve been watching this come for quite some time, hoping and praying that our faiths (Catholic, Protestant, Baptist, Non-Denominational, Pentecostal, etc. and Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, etc.) would have a sweep of revival through each and every one of them.  We seem to have traded our Spiritual & moral compasses in for the adrenalin rush that comes from heightened states of anger, outrage, vengeance etc.  We have been fed a healthy diet of it through the 24/7 cycle of the news media’s

for many years now.

I don’t know when common sense was actually thrown out the door but I do know some of the things that have contributed to the demise of our children’s and grandchildren’s generations.  Who decided on a program of dumbing kids down?  Who decided on making up a “new math” to teach them?  Did somebody just one day say, “Let’s make up a new way to add even though their parents will have no way to help them with the homework because this ‘new math’ makes absolutely no sense to them.”

When my daughter told me that her son’s school corporation had decided to stop keeping score at sports events and instead they would give trophies to everyone in the game and everyone on the team gets rotated in to play, I was flabbergasted.  Especially when she said that she thought it was a good idea.

I told her right then and there that it was a huge mistake to do that!  I said that it was setting children up to fail in school and later in life.  You have to learn the lessons in school that competition teaches you.  People have to know how to handle defeat, rejection, disappointment.  They also have to know how to be a good team player, show good sportsmanlike conduct, and how to win graciously.  We stood by and allowed the school systems to change what history they did or didn’t teach, what tee-shirts kids could or could not wear to school, if they would or wouldn’t say the Pledge of Allegiance…

“They” (the powers that be) have been distorting, disrupting and dividing us for many years now.  I used to feel like I had no power to do anything about it.  I too became a politics addict and an outrage junkie, I would find myself in a fit of rage and screaming at some news anchor on TV for the shocking accusations they made, blown away that anyone with half a brain should see right through it and recognize it for what it was, a lie and yet knowing that there would be many too blinded to see.

Yes, we are now converts.  President Trump has kept most of his promises already and it’s only been 2 years.  I know that we are in better shape now than we were 2 years ago.  I feel much safer now.  I don’t live in fear of another 9/11 or getting nuked by North Korea.  I am grateful to have a President who stands up for Israel again, who brought Christmas back to the White House, who respects our military, police & all first responders, I could go on and on about what I have seen happen in the last 24 months.

People say he is divisive, a hate monger, prejudice, yada-yada-yada.  I have seen the exact opposite.  Maybe it’s because I grew up with 3 brothers that what he says matters much less to me than what he does.  The old saying “actions speak louder than words” explains why millions of people support him and then it’s said that we are racist, bigots, homophobes, deplorable, degenerates, or any other label the liberals, progressives. socialists or mainstream media want to slap on us.

Speaking for my husband and myself, we are none of that. We make less than $40,000 a year, so we’re not rich by any means.  We are regular, everyday people.  We aren’t rednecks.  We live in the rural area of our state so you might call us country, but contrary to some opinions, country doesn’t mean stupid by any means.  We are Americans!  It is really as simple as that!!  We must return to being “one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all!!”

Use your right to vote!!  We already have.  May God bless us one and all.

Continue Home With Me


I adore C.S. Lewis!

My new blog has not taken off too well. 😦

Therefore, I am returning to my first labor of love, “What About God?”

I thank those of you who chose to follow me here and lovingly invite you to follow me back there.

There is a lot of my history on that site and I know with the variety of categories I have, there’s something for everyone.

Please join us at

Peace and blessings,

Teresa Marie

God, Do You Hate Me or Is This My Hell on Earth?

My beloved mother.

It’s been a while since my last post, but life’s been hectic and hell.

At the first part of October, my mother’s friend was supposed to ride to Florida with her to begin her yearly escape from the cold but she got sick and I had the availability to go, so I did.  We had a good drive down and fun the time I got to spend with her.  She felt bad about leaving before my surgery but the weather was getting too cold to wait much longer.  I flew home 4 days later, sorry to leave the warm weather but anxious to get back before Sebastian could miss me too much knowing that he would have an extended period of separation post-surgery.

In one of my last posts, I talked about my pending surgery.  These are the pretty pictures.  The hand was no big deal, however, the elbow was worse than what I had expected.  Of course, had I been able to recuperate normally, it may not have been as bad but that’s not the way it went.

The surgery was on 11/14.  I received a message from my brother on 11/16 that they had flown mom home from Florida because her pancreatic cancer had spread to her liver and intestines.  She could not drive home because one of the lesions looked like it could rupture at any time and they didn’t want her risking the drive back to Indiana.

When I saw my surgeon on 11/20, I informed him that I was flying to Florida with my son the next day to retrieve mom’s desired possessions and car.  To say the least, he wasn’t thrilled.  He asked me to try my best to follow his restrictions.  I said that probably wasn’t gonna be possible given the task ahead.

Needless to say, it wasn’t.  I overtaxed my elbow during the packing and return home.  It couldn’t be helped.  Then I was in such pain that I babied it too much, for too long.  I’m now suffering the consequences.  I will have to put a concerted effort into exercising the tendons, muscles and joint if I want to fully straighten my arm again.

Mom died on 12/5, just 2 years and 1 day after dad.  After receiving my brother’s message that she was fading, I couldn’t get dressed and out of the house fast enough to get there.  My eldest daughter called me with the news that she was gone.  I haven’t yet decided if that was a good thing to not have seen her go or not.  Time will tell I guess.

Sebastian’s mom, who had been staying with me since my second hip replacement and who thought she was too busy to show up during my recovery to help me also neglected to come to mom’s showing or funeral.  So after I returned from the good old Irish wake we had at my younger brother’s house, I came home and packed up everything in her room, then waited.  It took her about 4 whole days afterward for her to contact me.  She said something about coming home, I calmly told her that she didn’t live here anymore.  Through her protests and whines I informed her that she had received numerous warnings over the previous week that she had better be there or I was done with her.  She didn’t bother to come to dad’s services nor did she come to Mark’s, whom she always said was the only true dad she ever had, and that was bad enough but she had better be there for mom’s.  Then I parted with the statement that I would let her know how to get her stuff and when she grows up enough to put someone else before herself to call me.  I haven’t heard from her since.

Since over the last 3 years of my life have I’ve been raked through hell and back, I’m left asking the question, “God, do you hate me or what?”

Peace and blessings,
Teresa Marie

Dear God, I’m Mad at You!

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“Dear God, I love & trust in You.
You are the Rock I stand on,
You are my Shield of protection against evil,
You are the Wing I hide beneath,
I am in awe of this world You have spoken into creation.
Great King above all kings clothed in  glory & might,
You have my eternal adoration.”

I have done a lot of reading on effective prayer and the thing that stuck with me the most was to always open with praise and worship before making any petitions.  That’s what I try to do but I haven’t really read too much about how to address Him when you are angry with Him.

I’m angry with God, with Mark, and especially with myself!  Everyone says “Oh Terri, you can’t blame yourself over what you did or didn’t do, what you could have done, should have done and all that guilt you’re laying on yourself isn’t fair to you.”

Logically I know all of this already but my heart and emotions will not let it go!!

It doesn’t help that I miss my husband every minute of every day.  He truly was my best friend, the love of my life, and I know it sounds cliche’ but he was my soul mate.  The intimacy that we had with each other is very rarely achieved in such a short amount of time.  Even though we would have only been married 14 years this year, it felt like the relationship of 40 years instead.

I loved kissing him.  Now, every time I look at a picture of him, all I can think about is how I’ll never again be able to kiss those lips and I start crying.

The other night I had a dream (or maybe a visitation from his Spirit) that was so tangible, I had to gasp when I realized it wasn’t real and I wailed like a mad woman for at least 15 minutes.

I was laying in bed, in the same position I would have been had Mark been there.  All of the sudden I felt him behind me, pulling me in closer to him like he always did and I began to roll over to kiss him when my hand passed through the thin air and I was startled awake.  It was so real!!  But it wasn’t and my heart ached all day, wishing I could return to that moment and freeze it in time, remaining there in his arms for eternity.

Life really sucks sometimes and, yes God, I’m mad at you for taking him away from me!!  Why did You give him to me in the first place if You weren’t gonna let me keep him?!  How could You do this to me when You knew how desperately in love I was with him?

Dear God, I’m mad at You!

Peace and blessings to you all,
Teresa Marie

More Surgery? Come on!

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I had an appointment last Monday to see my Orthopedic Surgeon again.  Why?

Because my Neurologist ran some nerve tests on  me and what I had previously thought was neuropathy turned out to be a return of a previous carpal tunnel syndrome condition in both wrists but much more extensive (and could potentially cause permanent damage), and in addition to that I have cubal tunnel syndrome.  I had never heard of that one but I apparently have it in both elbows as well.

Here is what I got from Google on it:

DESCRIPTION. Cubital Tunnel Syndrome is a condition that involves pressure or stretching of the ulnar nerve (also known as the “funny bone” nerve), which can cause numbness or tingling in the ring and small fingers, pain in the forearm, and/or weakness in the hand.

My whole hands have been going numb on me since before Mark died in Jan.  It’s not a pleasant tingle numb either.  It starts out usually in the ball of my hand with a sharp, burning numbness that spreads out to the rest of my hand until it hurts so bad that I can’t hold on to anything.  That’s especially problematic when I’m driving down the road and both hands go numb all of the sudden.

So I go in on 11/14 to have the right wrist and elbow operated on.  Next comes a splint for a week.

Then we will talk about getting the left side done!

By the time we get all done with my surgeries, I’m gonna look like Frankenstein!!  Let’s see:
3 C-sections, 21 stitches in my chin (in 3 layers of 7), 2 hip replacements, now 2 wrists and elbows!

Oh yeah, I also have a pinched nerve in my neck that may have to be addressed at a later date, along with the 3 or 4 degenerating discs at the base of my spine and possible knee replacement surgery as well.

I hope I die before that’s all necessary.

I told God he has way more confidence in my strength, character and faith than I do and I’d really appreciate it if He’d lighten up a little.  He didn’t answer me. 😦

God bless and keep you all until next time,
Teresa Marie

P.S.  I realize that I still owe you a conclusion to my story on how God always has my back and I promise to finish it but I’ve been a little busy and discouraged and depressed and angry and etc….

God Always Has My Back! A Proven Fact

Before my loving husband, Mark, passed away in January of this year and I had both of my hips replaced (one in January and the other in April), our house had become a disaster zone.  I could barely walk and definitely couldn’t stand for very long, therefore, the kitchen was a mess with dirty dishes stacked everywhere.  Mark was drinking a lot, every day, and didn’t care much about anything except escaping his pain.  The carpet, due to Bass’s Autistic behavioral problems, was always covered with chip or cracker crumbs on top of which he would dump out all of his toys, not to mention pulling out every one of his 50 or more books from the shelves and strewing them out from wall to wall thereby fulfilling his need to see all his stuff at once.

After Mark passed away, Sebastian’s mother’s ex-fiance and uncle volunteered to clean up the house, fix minor things broken (cabinet hinges, door hinges, etc.) eliminating trip hazards for me while I was in the nursing home recuperating and doing physical therapy as well.  Bless their hearts, their work was cut out for them.  They did the best job they could without being able to open the house up, it was late January after all.

Sebastian’s other grandparents were angels to pitch in the way they did and I will be forever grateful for them!  When Mark went into the hospital, they came right away to pick Bass up all the while telling me not to worry about anything, they would keep him as long as I needed them to.  That was the first of January.

Prior to that, we had established a pretty nice little routine of him being with us Monday through Friday and then with them Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon.

My first surgery was January 23rd, 2019.  I spent 2 weeks after that in a nursing home.  I guess most of the time it’s expected to take 3 weeks or more.  They laughed when I told them the day I was admitted that I would be  leaving in 2 weeks because I had an anxious toddler that needed me home, especially after losing his “daddy” and bestest buddy.

(For those of you who don’t know me, allow me to quickly explain.  I have a 5 year old grandson who is autistic, landing mid-spectrum.   Then there is Bass, as we call him for short.  We requested his evaluation at 19 months.  By the time they actually were able to get him in it was nine months later and 6 months after beginning in-home therapy twice a week.)

(Those evaluating him stated that if we had gotten in when we first requested, the odds were great that autism would have been diagnosed.  However, in the three areas tested, he scored 1 over the break, 1 under the break and last of all, a 1 out of 3.  They said to bring him back in a year for re-testing if needed.  I stated that I wouldn’t be back, glad that we were leaving without any labels attached to him.)

Anyway, true to my word I walked out 2 weeks later to the day.  I didn’t do too bad home alone at first.  Walking around without a cane, I felt confident in as quick of a recovery for the second hip in roughly 4 or 5 months.

So I starting having Sebastian Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon.  He was so happy to be home with me, even if it was only for a short time.  We continued with this schedule through February, extending visits an hour here and there as we went until he was coming for the full weekend.

However, disaster hit in March.  My left hip began causing me a great deal of pain and, just as it had happened with my right one, the socket disintegrated and my bones were clacking off of each other every time I moved.  The pain became excruciating…

To be continued tomorrow, I must attend to some things before Bass comes home at 2 PM.

God Bless and keep you all,

Teresa Marie

Government’s Abuse of Entitlements via Mom

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It will take you less than a minute to read this. If you agree, please pass it on. It’s an idea whose time has come to deal with this self-serving situation: 
Children of Congress members do not have to pay back their college student loans. 
Staffers of Congress family members are also exempt from having to payback student loans 
Members of Congress can retire at full pay after only one term. 
Members of Congress have exempted themselves from many of the laws they have passed, under which ordinary citizens must live.  For example, they are exempt from any fear of prosecution for sexual harassment. 
And as the latest example, they have exempted themselves from Healthcare Reform, in all of its aspects. 
We must not tolerate an elite class of such people, elected as public servants and then putting themselves above the law. 
I truly don’t care if they are Democrat, Republican, Independent, or whatever. The self-serving must stop. 
Governors of 35 states have filed suit against the Federal Government for imposing unlawful burdens upon their states. It only takes 38 (of the 50) States to convene a Constitutional Convention. 
Each person that reads this will forward it on to 10 people, in three days most people in The United States of America will have the message. 
Proposed 28th Amendment to the United States Constitution: 
“Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United States that does not apply equally to the Senators and/or Representatives; and, Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators and/or Representatives that does not apply equally to the Citizens of the United States …” 



Little Girl on a Plane

Story from another of mom’s emails:

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Little Girl on a plane

An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and seeing an opportunity ,turned to her and said, “Do you want to talk?
Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”

The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said the atheist , “How about why there is no God, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?”
as he smiled smugly.

“Okay,” she said.  “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first.  A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same
stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps.  Why do you suppose that is?”

The atheist, caught off guard and visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”

To which the little girl replies, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss God, Heaven and Hell, or life after death,
when you don’t know shit?”

And then she went back to reading her book

Such Busy Bees

Hello to all of my followers and random readers!

I apologize for not posting sooner but we have been so busy rearranging furniture, packing up the last of Mark’s stuff for his brother, getting Bass back to school and, instead of spring cleaning, we’ve been fall cleaning

We should be done fairly soon and I hope to resume blogging shortly.

A big thanks goes out to my newest followers, hope you enjoy it!

Until next time, may God bless and keep you safely in His arms.