Getting It Out the Way pt 2

During my Junior year in High School, a very memorable school year in my life, I was talking to this chick that wrote in a Journal. I’d see her carrying it around with her and writing in it from time to time. I even asked if I could read it and of course, she said NO.

After about 3 weeks of talking to her, she dissed me like a mug. Around Valentine’s Day, I started my own journal were I just vented out what I was thinking/feeling about what she did. I still write in a journal today.

Shawanda Dean, I’d like to thank you. If you hadn’t been writing in a journal, I might not have started writing in one.

While I was working at the County Nursing Home, I meet some interesting people there. There was this one specific person that showed me something that didn’t really hit me until last year. This woman had some type of disability. I remember days when she would run around like a chicken with its head cut off. I’d try to calm her down but she wasn’t trying to hear me at all. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, she would have to set up the dining room on her own. I use to tell her that she was in charged and I had faith in her. She had her crazy moments but she made it happen and eventually, it didn’t appear to be so tough for her to handle.

This woman use to work at Mc Donalds so I’d say something like, bring me a Whooper from there. I’d say silly stuff all the time just trying to have fun in the workplace. She eventually offered me money to go get a burger. I was shocked but declined the offer.

The last time I saw her was the day I got laid off from the County. I’d asked my old co-workers about her from time to time. She and another co-worker had asked if I wanted to go out to lunch but I had to work that day so I didn’t go.

This past August, she passed away. She had been fighting brain cancer for a long while. She was on my mind a lot after that. What I didn’t realize at the time we were working together was how strong she really was. Fighting cancer and still going to work and getting the job done. She made me realize that I could be in worse shape, I got it easy so there’s no excuses for why I can’t do whatever it is that I want to do.

Those thoughts literally helped with breaking my procrastination for a while. I hate that something bad has to happen for me to realize something but sometimes that’s just how things work out.

R.I.P. Jennifer Smith, I'll always remember you as that Lil Trooper.