SENT FROM HEAVEN

That morning I was sitting in Sr. Margaret's class when I heard the news. Everyone gasped in shock, and begin to cry. We were all concerned about our loved ones and our own well being. My principle soon made the risky decision to allow us to go home. No one knew where to go or who to call. It was like the world had ended. No cell phone, no computer, no way of communicating with people you definitely knew were going to help out.

As I was leaving the school, I figured that I would try to take my normal route home. Of course, the trains were shut down. I couldn't think straight. There were so many people.

Chaos. Smokey Air. Tense. Gloomy. Sullen. Surreal.

I was scared, in tears, and hoping that my family was okay. At that moment, I felt lost and confused, but I wasn't the only one feeling this way. Other New Yorkers were fearful. But of course as New Yorkers, we unified, and gave helping hands to one another even if the solutions we came up with weren't successful.

With the help of a few good Samaritans I successful made it home a little sore from trying to maneuver with my backpack. But thankfully unharmed. I am appreciative of the ordinary people who extended a helping hand. This is a day that will never be forgotten.

Similar (but no where near the same magnitude) to this, there seems to be someone who is willing to go beyond expectations when I'm in need because last evening I got lost. Yes, I who pride myself on being a native New Yorker, got lost. The stores, the buses and trains, and none of the people were familiar. I asked for directions, but no one knew and if they did I became more confused.
At that moment, there was one thing left for me to do. Call my lifeline (who we will call BP). First I thought, "This is outrageous who would come all the way over here to get me?" Fortunately, BP came to pick me up expeditiously. It seemed like the car pulled up to me 5 seconds after we hung up.

This isn't the first time that I have got out of a jam with the help of BP. When I need to vent, when I need some food, or something as simple as a laugh BP comes right on time.
It's a great feeling to know that someone will be there for you no matter the circumstance.
Sometimes I complain that I don't have this or that. But God gave me something that's more important than all, and that's an angel who I can use as my lifeline for all of life's curve balls.

Can you do the same?

CARDIO BLAST!

Yesterday evening I had the privilege to take the most fantastic Cardio Body Toning class. The class was full of estrogen. There were no men in site besides the instructor Mack. There were about 50 women of all ages and races that filled up the room.

At first, I thought this is going to be easy and boring. Mack instructed us to do the usual which is to get a mat and grab some weights. Then I knew for sure that it was going to be the typical exercise class that the instructor begrudgingly gets through with mediocre workouts that a baby can do.

After everyone settled in, Mack turned the CD player on and Diana Ross belted out "I'm Coming Out." At that moment, Mack transformed into a drill sergeant, and we each felt the pain. It was a pain like no other. It was pleasurable and definitely wanted.

What made it enjoyable was hearing the tunes that were being played. He played tunes like Cheryl Lynn's "Got to be Real," Madonna's "Like A Virgin," Sheila E's "Glamorous Life," and many more that we all sung while lunging and squatting.

While doing a chest press, I looked in the mirror to peek to see what the other women in class were doing. Seeing the smiles and the unity made me feel empowered. I know that it is "weird" to think of this while suffering from excruciating pain, but I felt good to be a woman.
I was doing something for me for a change. Getting in tune with my mind, body, and soul and pushing it to the next level.

What was the last thing that you done that made your feel awesome? Is there any hobby/activity that you do daily that makes you feel like you're "sitting on top of the world?"