Welcome to my World! I love to absorb my surroundings and people watch. I am fascinated by and embrace all walks of individuals. We all vary in our idiosyncratic ways yet are ultimately the same, striving to forge our way through this journey we call life, in the hopes that we might each self-actualize along the way.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am a writer, competitive long-distance runner, mother of four. I love challenging myself in all endeavors I engage in. I write novels. I run 100-120 miles per month and participate in races, half-marathons, full marathons and obstacle courses across the United States. have four children: a 25-year-old son, a 23-year-old daughter, a 21-year-old daughter and a 16-year-old son who is in high school.
I love to explore my surroundings and can often be found venturing out on lengthy treks of up to twenty-nine miles to traverse: mountains, streams, waterfalls, deserts, canyons, beaches and anywhere else that I can connect with nature to feel her pulse and be fed by her wisdom. Even the streets of the metropolis cities hold wonder for me, with their unique flow and energy.
I hope that you enjoy browsing through my web site for a glimpse into my world of never-ending adventures, perils and awakenings.
Cindy
A couple of days ago, I blogged about how I’d received shocking news that one of my girlfriends, a model, had been savagely attacked, brutally tortured, and how the individual who did these heinous acts had tried his darnedest to kill her.But her fighting spirit thwarted his intent.
I want to give a brief update.In my blog, I had mentioned how it had taken a team of twenty surgeons to save my girlfriend’s life.At the time, the number required had shocked me.But…after getting more information today, the reason why became abundantly clear.
In my blog, I wrote how, during the assault, one of my girlfriend’s kidneys had been cut.That, in itself, speaks to the savageness of the attack.But today I learned just how worse it had been.Apparently, every single one of her vital organs was punctured by her assailant’s relentless knife in his attempt to end her life!This explains the multiple teams of surgeons needed to repair the massive damage and why they held little hope that she’d survive.
Although I already knew how serious the assault had been, learning this I can only shake my head, more convinced than ever that savage animals like the one who rained down his terror on my girlfriend do not have the right to comingle in society!
I’m so grateful to still have my girlfriend with us and am beyond impressed at her resolve to ensure that her attacker is held accountable for his crime.
After learning what happened to my girlfriend, today I’ve felt…off.Like the world’s going at a slower pace.It’s not, and nor am I.But that’s how it feels.Although I’ve actually had a very productive day, getting one thing after another checked off my to-do list, many of which have been carried over for the longest time, I’ve found myself thinking and rethinking about what happened.How my girlfriend was quick to point out that no one is immune.That violence can befall anyone.
I haven’t felt sad or upset, just like I’ve needed to think things through on a deeper level—my way of processing.And so, that’s what I’ve done today.I kind of went on auto-pilot, accomplishing tons of things while my mind was actively trying to sort everything out in a way that I could somehow come to terms with all that’s happened and will continue to over the coming months…and perhaps longer.
As I sit here writing this, I feel at peace.Well, maybe that’s not quite the right word—peace, for there’s nothing peaceful about such a violent attack.But I have managed to find a way to accept what has happened so that I can move forward in a way that will be most beneficial to my girlfriend, for what she needs now…and will as time plays out.
There are times when we receive word of something that’s so horrific it actually makes our brains stall out.That happened to me late last night.Sitting alone in my office at my desk, I was catching up on correspondences when I clicked on one from a friend whom I hadn’t seen in a number of weeks—not that unusual, but she had been on my mind.
Opening her message, I began to read.A couple of sentences in, my pace slowed as my eyes scanned each and every word with intense scrutiny, my brain refusing to accept what I was reading.I finished the message and then reread it a second time…and then a third.Halfway through the fourth reading, something in me broke, and I leaned back in my chair, my hand covering my mouth, my eyes staring blankly at the screen.
I felt as if the life had just been sucked out of me in one giant whoosh and what remained couldn’t wrap my mind around the totality of what I’d been reading—my girlfriend had almost died.She had been brutally attacked by a random, savage individual who had been intent on killing her while torturing her in the process!
My girlfriend attached a photo to her message.As I sat there in stunned disbelief, my body feeling as if it was completely numbed, I tried to comprehend that the maimed individual I was viewing was my girlfriend who had been a model.Dawning recognition setting in, my chest heaved and tears began to fall.Not a few but an unstoppable deluge.
Reading her message for the fifth time, I finally computed how it had taken a team of twenty, yes, I did say twenty, surgeons to save her life!The situation had been so grim that those surgeons bothered not with trying to make her presentable, that would come later…if she survived.Instead, they stapled my girlfriend together.During the surgery, they realized that the attack had been so brutal that one of her kidneys had actually been cut.
Though a good portion of her body is now covered with defensive wounds, surgical incisions, and stapled areas where the surgeons put her back together, my girlfriend is rising above—grateful that she’s alive and that she was given a second chance on life.The individual who committed this heinous crime has been arrested and is now on trial for attempted murder.And my girlfriend?She’s standing tall and proud as she sits in the same courtroom as the man who tried to kill her, testifying against him as she looks him in the eye.
As a result of this senseless crime, my girlfriend has but one favor to ask.She requests that people show their support for National Crime Victims’ Rights Week, beginning on Sunday, April 10th and lasting through Saturday, April 16th.I gave her my word that I will be supportive of it and am now reaching out to others on her behalf to raise more awareness.Please make a stand against violence by showing your support of those who have been directly affected by it.
For more information on NCVRW, please go to the following link:
I went to see the musical Avenue Q with my husband this evening.As I laughed and chuckled my way through it, I found myself repeatedly looking over the expanse of the audience, marveling over how such a large gathering of adults, myself included, were being so entertained by a bunch of, for all intents and purposes, Muppets.
Going into the show, I didn’t know quite what to expect.Having spoken with several friends who had just seen and liked the show, I figured I would as well, but wasn’t certain that others would feel the same.Once the show got started however, I was pleasantly surprised to see how well the show was being received.
In this modern day of complex technological gadgets that capture our full attention a good portion of each day, I found it refreshing to witness how easily folks could still be amused by something as simple as Muppets.It was reassuring to see how simplicity hasn’t gone out of style.
