The weather was icy cold.  You could feel it.  When the weather is threatening the world seems to quiet down to a whisper.  Luke went to a meeting at school.  More stuff about the chair of the music department--how and why she was fired.  Things are not going to change.  

I had no problem driving to Dr K's.  I had bags of yummy organic candy for three of my fav people--Dr K,  Dr Mike,  and Amy.  She son,  TJ,  is just a few months older than Violetta.  I love to hear Amy's TJ stories.  I got there later than I wanted to,  because I had to wash the beastie--my hair.  Luke and I had words.  His back was hurting and I didn't think he had to go to the meeting.  But he went.  Oh well.  

Dr K sees that I'm getting better.  That makes me happy.  Then I had to scurry to Dr L's.  He's my magical alternative doc.  The time was tight so,  I did what I always suggest other's don't do.  I took a short cut.  The Queen of directionally challenged people took a brand new,  never tired short cut.  And I got lost.  I didn't know where I was or where I was going.  I felt sad to lose my appointment with Dr L.  I got off the main road and went to a garage.  The first man I asked for directions was new in Indy.  But the second guy knew his stuff.  I wasn't too far off the mark.  I followed his directions carefully.  Traffic was SLOW.  It's just before Christmas.  People are still shopping.  I didn't look at the time.  What will be will be.  When I was driving up to Dr L's door,  I looked at my watch.  I was only 10 min late.  Dr L didn't say anything and I didn't either.  I was so grateful.  I still don't know how it could be.  I call it magic time.  

When L tested me,  he was truly surprised and remarked that he had never seen me so healthy and in balance.  My dream was true.  The nectar of healing did slide down my throat.  Never mind to those who might read this and not understand.  My Christmas miracle came true.  

I shared my resolve to do this blog until the film comes out and that it has uplifted my life and the lives of those who deal with me.  How I turn my attention to the wonderful and the things I have to be grateful for,  instead of being critical.  Yes,  I've been known to be a harsh critic pre blog.  I also shared that I am taking responsibility for what I create in my life--instead of blaming others.  Anyway,  I'm trying hard.  

The drive home was slow and scary.  People were crawling.  It took me almost 2 hours to get home from a 20 minute destination.  My car skidded.  That scared me.  I shut off the CD player and began to pray.  I got quiet and asked for divine help.  Driving in my housing development was like being on a skating rink with a few tons of metal.  I pictured my car as extra heavy and glued to the road.  Slowly I made my way home.  It was tough to get up the driveway,  but I didn't want Luke to have to do it for me.  Not with a sore back.  Through grace,  I finally got into the garage.  

Soon we had a visit form one of Luke's former students.  He graduated and make a wonderful career.  Now he's engaged to a beautiful,  very sweet woman.  They look at each other with so much love.  It's totally sweet.  The special thing for me is that this student had ADD.  He had to work very,  very hard to succeed.  He was willing.  He never gave up.  He truly earned his miracle.