A priest was walking down the street one day when he noticed a very small boy trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. However, the boy was very small, and the doorbell was too high for him to reach.

After watching the boy's efforts for some time, the priest moved across the street and walked up behind the little fellow. Placing his hands kindly on the child's shoulder, he leaned over and gave the doorbell a solid ring. Crouching down to the child's level, the priest smiled benevolently and asked, "And now what, my little man?"

To which the little boy replied, "Now we run!"

. can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.

. do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries and a Diet Coke.

. do banks leave both doors to the vault open and then chain the pens to the counter.

. do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

. do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place.

On a plane bound for New York, the flight attendant approached a beautiful blonde sitting in the first class section and requested that she move to coach since she did not have a first class ticket. The blonde replied, "I'm young, I'm beautiful, I'm going to New York, and I'm not moving."


Not wanting to argue with a customer, the flight attendant asked the copilot speak with her. He went to talk to the woman, asking her to please move out of the first class section.


Again, the blonde replied, "I'm young, I'm beautiful, I'm going to New York, and I'm not moving."


The copilot returned to the cockpit and asked the captain what he should do.


The captain went to the first class section and whispered in the lady's ear. She immediately jumped up and ran to the coach's section mumbling to herself. "Why didn't you just say so?"


Suprised, the flight attendant and the copilot asked what he said to her that finally convinced her to move from her seat.


He said, "I told her the first class section wasn't going to New York."

It has been so hard lately understanding that my life has changed. I used to have a great job. Worked in law for 18 years. I enjoyed seeing my friends every day and working on some fantastic projects. Then my seizures just kept getting worse and I finally had to admit to myself that I could no longer work. So I decided on my own that I had to go on disability.

Getting social security disability in the United States is usually very difficult, but for me, I got it on the first try. You want to know why. It was because I failed at every test the Social Security doctor gave me. Such as write numbers from 100 to 1. I kept rewriting the same numbers. I have trouble sequencing among other things.

It really hit me hard this week when I became so excited to find that a craft store opened up and they help you make your own crafts. Anything from painting wine glasses to making mosaics. I thought how cool is this. I love crafts. I used to enjoy drawing. I could look at things and draw them. I used to loved to paint, use pastels. Anything artistic was right up my alley.

Well I decided to try this class out. I made a really cool mosaic jewerly box, which still is not finished. Then I came home and the seizures started. One after the other. We couldn't figure out why I was having so many seizures. We wracked our brain (my family) trying to figure out what I had done differently. Then it came to us. I had started something new.

Just like when I was learning guitar. My teacher thought I caught on quickly, but after a few lessons, I had to stop because my seizures were really kicking in.

And even like going to the gym. I had decided a personal trainer was cool, but after several lessons, I ended up in the hospital.

I am like a computer, too much information at once thrown at me and I shut down.

I have to realize that the new me is not the old me.

The book, "My Stroke of Insight" by Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph,D. is exactly what I am going through. She had to grieve the loss of her old life and begin her new life.

She went through many phases like I do where you think you are speaking intelligibly, and the person cannot understand you or you are locked in a coma-like state where you hear people and you cannot respond until the seizure is over.

I have had several mini-strokes and I am afraid one day I will have the big stroke.

Warning Signs of a Stroke are:

S- Speech, or any problems of language
T- Tingling, or any numbness in the body
R- Remember, or any problems with memory
O- Off Balance, problems with coordination
K- Killer Headache
E- Eyes, or any problems with vision

Please remember these if you ever experience anything like this and get help immediately. Even just a few minutes, could mean the difference between life and death.