I Just Want To Breath… Clean Air

Hello All,

I am writing to you from Edmonton Alberta.. If you are someone who is not up to date with the news, we have forest fires yet again and it is not even summer yet. In Northern Alberta, High Level and many surrounding cities are being evacuated due to progressive forest fires that are spreading. It’s sad to say that only 2 weeks ago, we still had snow. The province couldn’t handle plus 20 weather without bursting into flames… People, global warming is a serious thing! I have been here in Alberta now for the past 3 summers (2016 – 2019) and each one, we’ve suffered from forest fires. Even though I am in Edmonton which is at low risk of having a forest fire obviously, we suffer here with the smoke that blows in. Yesterday I had a meltdown… how important is it you to be able to breath fresh air? To be outdoors? To go on walks, hikes, or runs? Perhaps drive your car to work or take the bus without gagging and suffocating! Heck! I went to a grocery store after work yesterday and it was covered in smoke inside! There was a giant haze from one end to the other! As someone who lives in Canada, we get very little sun and outdoor time as it is. The winters here are long and although they are longer in Alberta…we still have 6-8 months of winter if not more. The idea of being trapped indoors all year round gives me anxiety and depression. The idea of not being able to be outside because the air quality is plus 10.. is terrifying. I had to sleep with a mask on last night because the smoke was still getting into the house even with all the windows shut, and air conditioning on. How scary is that? Even in your own home, your lungs and heart are not safe. Myself and thousands of others have been coughing and wheezing due to poor air quality. I am considered healthy, imagine the people who have respiratory conditions…babies with under developed lungs.. seniors.. How do they feel?..*shivers*

Alberta is a dryer province for sure. All year round it is super dry.. I don’t think humidity exists here in Alberta to be honest. People complain in Ontario about it being TOO humid.. I was never one of them. While Toronto has a lot of smog… you can still breath. Yes, Alberta has more snow then most provinces, but due to global warming, the snow melts at rapid speeds and cannot penetrate the ground fast enough to give it moisture. It is so dry here that the snow that falls turns to ice pretty quick. Temperatures rise fast causing a massive melt then it freezes over again. Winter is long but there isn’t enough snow.. This is not something that is going to just stay in Alberta, this is not something that will change on it’s own… WE need to make a serious change people.. this is our lives at stake here.. our children’s lives…this is our planet and we only have one.. we need to treat it with respect. It’s screaming for help right now and we are choosing to cover our eyes and ears..

I had a mother yesterday cry to me. She told me she woke up yesterday morning crying to her not even 2 year old daughter… “I am so sorry. I am so sorry I can’t give you a better life, this is not what I wanted for you”…Does this not break your heart? It breaks mine. I don’t have children… and this is one of the many reasons why. How can you bring an innocent life into this? We can barely survive! If we don’t make some serious changes, there will be no life. We need to start with being less wasteful. While recycling is good, it is not enough. We need to eliminate plastic all together. We need to invest in eco friendly vehicles. We NEED to stop littering! We need to make changes.. even if they are small.. every change counts! If we vote, we need to vote for the Green Party! Hello people! Wake up please! I know most of us live in places were we don’t suffer from forest fires or other natural disasters, but that doesn’t mean it can’t happen eventually! This is not a localized problem! Our air circulates! Our forest fire smoke has traveled as far as Ontario before and it will keep going East, North, South, West, over the fucking oceans! Hello! These are carcinogenics we are breathing in people!

There are so many little things we can do individually to start helping out!

*Carpool, take the bus, ride your bike, walk if its feasible. Or invest in EcoCar if the above are not an option.

*WASTE LESS!!!! HELLO! Start re-purposing glass jars, bottles, containers etc or purchase fancy ones if you are too good for a jar your jam use to be in… jeez..Stainless steel bottles, jars, straws, etc.. Just stop wasting paper and plastic for the love of Moses! There so many eco friendly options out there that it is ridiculous how we still choose to waste! Even things you didn’t think were possible like plastic wrap/saran wrap.. there is a solution to that too now! It’s called Bees wrap, but there are other names for it depending where you are located.

*Stop wasting electricity and water! Are you someone who stands in the shower for 45 mins doing nothing but staring at the wall thinking about what you are going to make for lunch? TURN OFF THE FUCKING WATER YOU ASSHOLE! HOW ABOUT YOU START THINKING ABOUT ALL THE DAMAGE YOU ARE CAUSING WITH YOUR WASTEFUL WAYS! Oh, you like to have your TV on all night long cause you need it to sleep? There are TV settings where you can set a time for your TV to shut off. If you are still awake at that point, maybe it is the TV causing you to be awake so find another solution! Are you someone who likes to have lights on all day long even when you are not at home? Can you explain to me what the fuck you need your bathroom light on 24/7 even when you aren’t at home? If you can give me one good reason as to why, I’ll shut my mouth.

*Consider solar panels for generating electricity… We can still do this while we have sun.. but the more pollution and forest fires we have blocking the fucking sun rays, the less this becomes doable!

There are SO many ways to help combat this problem. If we all work together in doing our part, slowly but surely, we will see a change for better future. Really, all we need to live is clean air, clean water, clean food…clothes are optional. If we don’t do something, we won’t find an inch on this planet with any of those.

I want to see this..

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High Level Alberta July 2015

 

not this..

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Real photo of High Level Alberta 4 days ago

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High Level Alberta

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Smoke coverage of Alberta and surrounding Provinces

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The Confessions Of a Lost Soul

Hello to anyone who reads this. I wan’t to share with you a confession. Maybe you can relate to it and maybe you don’t. But it’s about life and life’s journey. How it is ugly and scary and not always what we try and paint it to be.

For those of you who have read my content before, it’s not real. It is, but it’s not. It’s not my voice. It’s an act. Maybe it’s funny to some and not to others. when you are trying to find your voice, your calling, your purpose.. it can sometimes be an act. I am not going to lie and sugarcoat anything I say. I am being real and maybe for the first time, being me. Take it or leave it since no one is forcing you to stay. To be completely honest, I am doing this for me, and maybe someone who can relate that feels the same. The star of the show to today is the feeling  of being” Lost“.

Who are we and what is our actual purpose? I thought I knew years ago, but seriously? I ain’t got a clue. I don’t just mean figuring yourself out like “who am I and how do I define myself?”. This is something we usually figure out in high school or maybe even our early years of adulthood. I would hope realizing who you are doesn’t take forever. It seems like the easiest thing to do. At least for me it was. I realized early on in life that I am the female who doesn’t wear make up, not because she can’t but because it makes her feel like shes hiding herself and her insecurities. But also because she doesn’t know how too and maybe would if she could apply eyeliner without stabbing out her eyeballs and potentially loosing eyesight. Who hates the way she looks most of the time but won’t do anything to change her appearance because, it feels wrong. I am someone who judges people who make physical alterations to their bodies or face because of insecurities.. I don’t know why and I wish I didn’t because, it’s a self choice and if it makes you happy. Do what makes you happy right? But, I also feel like God (if you believe in one .. or some higher creator) made you a certain way and its unique.. why are you changing that? That being said, here I am hating what I was given but doing absolutely nothing about it. Stupid right?  I wear comfy clothes and normally try to blend in then to stand out. Dressing up makes me nervous because it doesn’t feel like me and I usually get stressed out by it and decide to cancel plans. I am not proud of it but it is who I am. I am someone who enjoys low key surrounds and would be more comfortable and happy at a small local bar or pub then a booming night club. That being said, I love to dance and will force myself to enjoy a night out just to have an excuse to boogie. I am into males but can admit I admire the beauty of a woman. Anyways, moving along.. I am also the person who really really enjoys helping people, making a difference, making someone even for a short while..happy… Yet, cannot for the life of me figure out what makes me happy and what to do in life. Again, dumb.

I love traveling. I love nature. I love animals. I love long walks on the beach or in a forest, I love bodies of water, my favorite animal in the world is the common Loon. I love food. I love socializing. I love music. I love the thought of love. I love summer the most but sometimes winter because I love Christmas time. Something about the lights and the music, the colours… but not the cold.. I hate the cold. I am artsy and like to use my hands. I like to create things from scratch and believe that things that are made by hand mean more then any  store bought gift or money could buy.  I am genuine, I am extremely caring, super sensitive and emotional because I wear my heart on my sleeve. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt and usually get burnt because of it. I am super in-tuned with my self and the energy that surrounds me. I am a healer and I am super intuitive. I have instincts and intuition that I myself don’t know how to understand. But somehow, I just know…I just sense..I just feel. I am a super simple person who finds the joy in the littlest of things. I am easily amused and I love that about me. The list could go on for days! I love so much, and I am so much yet.. I feel like I have nothing going for me and that I am failing in life. Why?

This year I turn 30…It takes a lot for me to accept that. I have hated.. and I mean HATED my birthday since I turned 15. Every single year since December 15 2014, I dread it. In the morning, I feel emotional… no drive to get out of bed. I turn off all my social media to prevent people sending me wishes. I turn my phone on airplane mode to avoid text messages and phone calls. I never want to celebrate it. I hate the thought of getting older. Why does getting older scare me? Why does getting older scare a lot of people? I know I am not the only one who suffers from this issue. In today’s society, age means experience and experience means success and directions.. to which, I have none. At the age of 30, I thought I  would have had a house already, be settled in the place I want to live and build a family. When I say family, I mean a significant other and a pet. I am not interested in having kids and I’ll tell you why. I myself did not wish to be born in a world like this. If I am struggling to succeed, I would not bring another life into this world for selfish reasons to suffer as well. If I am being honest.. it is only going to get worse. Education = Nothing anymore. Just lines the pockets of institutions and the government. Skills =Nothing. It is all about who you know (unless you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth). I’s all about making the rich richer and the poor poorer. Oh, and also providing and giving opportunities to people who weren’t born and raised in this country… But, I am not going to get into that.

But why is this an expectation we put on ourselves? Why do we assume just because we a certain age, we need to have out shit figure out. We need to know where we are going and what we are doing in life. When I started this blog years ago, I wanted to be a successful blogger. At the time, I was a heavy follower of the YouTube sensation and blogger Jenna Marbles. She was someone I admired because she was herself and didn’t give a shit. At the time, that spoke to me and I thought ” that’s me too”… I have always wanted to be a internet famous person, but when you lack confidence in your appearance.. that is the most difficult thing to do. If I hate the way I look, others will too. they will insult me and cut me down, and I don’t think I am strong enough to let the “hate” roll off my back. Again, being a sensitive and emotional person comes with downfalls.. You get hurt and offend easily. So, I stopped blogging and just gave up that dream all together years ago. I also loved gaming and thought maybe, if being pretty wasn’t an option to be liked on the internet, maybe gaming and streaming would be an option.. But have you seen the gamer girls out there? Wearing makeup, basically sitting half naked in-front of the camera because “sex sells”… I cannot compete with that. For once, not because I don’t think I “look” the part… But because it is not something I would do for popularity. I am not saying that people who don’t go that route still can’t be successful, I’m just saying I don’t want to try and fail.. or be ridiculed. Confidence is everything I guess and that is something I haven’t learnt yet.

For those of you that do not know what I have done for work all these years. I have been a Registered Massage Therapist since 2011. At first, I loved my job. I was helping people, I was interacting with people, I was “self employed” for the most part and, I was damn good at my job. I took pride in actually helping people versus making money. Money wasn’t the end goal for me. It was the feedback and the changes I saw in peoples health. It made me feel accomplished and proud of myself. In 2013 I obtained injuries because I did my job so well. I worked hard not smart… thus, burnt out quick. Slipped discs in my neck lead me to neurological problems and 2-3 visits to a Chiropractor a week on average. A subluxed clavicle on the right side caused me to loose almost all range of motion without causing me severe pain and weakness in my upper body. It limited me from doing many things I enjoyed. Yoga, Zumba, working out, my damn job… I was basically told at the age of 22 to find another career or do surgery that would completely limit me from all range of motion permanently on the right side. Obviously, I listened to to neither and continued working as an RMT. I tried to be smart about it, working part time and trying to find a different job on the side. At the time, I was blessed with a Massage Therapy teaching job back in 2015 and working as a receptionist at a sports clinic. I was working 3 jobs which eventually burnt me out causing me to have to quit everything and run away to British Columbia for a private healing retreat to align myself. The stress was killing me and I would suffer from 5-10 panic attacks a day. All my injuries caused me pain daily, still do.. That alone can cause a slew of stress and depression.

In 2017 I moved to Alberta. Why? It was cheaper to rent and easier to find a job that wasn’t massaging full time. Toronto became very difficult for me to grow. No one would consider hiring me because I was just a person who touches people. My resume meant nothing to anyone hiring. I applied to office jobs, spa front desk work, medical office admin, data entry… you name it.. I applied.. Not one call back for over 5 months. I was obviously still working part time as a RMT which was all I could handle. If I worked more then 3 days a week and treated more then 3-4 people a day, I was dead. I would be crying in pain for days.. nights were sleepless from the amount of pain surging through my neck and shoulders. I was starting to hate my job and regret my choice of even becoming a Massage Therapist. I wasn’t able to make enough money to pay rent let alone feed myself in Toronto. So, I moved here and got a job as a medical office assistant within 2 weeks. I was able to afford rent on my hourly wage on my own. Felt good at first, but that all started to die quickly. I almost immediately started to hate the weather here. The summers were unbearable because the city was always covered in smoke due to the forest fires out west. The winters are SO dry and SO cold and they last for 9 months out of the year. As mentioned, I am a outdoors person.. when you have to spend almost all your time indoors because it’s too cold or going outside might give you lung cancer, there is a problem! I cannot believe I can sit here and say I miss the weather in Ontario.. BUT I DO!..I also missed doing what I do best..helping people…so, I got my Massage Therapy license out here and do that 2 times a week at the same clinic I work at as a MOA. It’s like I can’t escape it.. or maybe it’s because it a comfort thing to me. All I know is, I cannot survive on it alone. Heck, I can only treat 2 people a day after my admin shift. Even then, I’m in pain after.

With all my my family and friends being in Ontario, I obviously feel alone. I made a friend or two but they have their own lives or circle of friends. People in Edmonton I find do not like to make new friends. Especially “outsiders”. I know this seems all over the place, and that’s because I am all over the place, physically and mentally. So bear with me.

It really started to hit me how lost and unsuccessful I felt when I went home for the holidays that just past. I turned 29 on December 15th 2018 and it hit me like a ton of bricks. “This is it..there is nothing left to look forward too”. When I was 27, I hated it but thought.. “I still have 28 and 29 to go”. I did the same when I turned 28. I always made excuses as too why I had more time to figure my shit out. But now, now I feel like I am royally screwed. Time is up Jenn, you have made it to the age where you said you would be successful and you are SO FAR from it. 

At this point in my life, as I sit here and type, all I know is what I don’t want in life. I don’t want to be a receptionist for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be a Massage Therapist anymore. I don’t wan’t to be a renter. I don’t want to go spend thousands of dollars of  hard earned money to go back to school for something that may or may not grantee me a job. Or get into a student loan and be in debt for years for the same reason listed above. I don’t want to be a prisoner in a place where I am just lining the pockets of someone else. I don’t want to move back home and live with my parents because to be completely honest, I would rater kill myself then do that. Honestly, the list of things I  DON’T want to do are never ending! But the list of things I want to do is blank! I don’t know what I would even want to take in school if that was something I would entertain. I feel at this point in my life that literally nothing interests me. I only have wants and dreams but no action plan to achieve them.

I want to live in Northern Ontario, have a cottage like house on with lakefront property, with a deck so I can drink my coffee outside  in the mornings, and possibly listen to the sound of Loons calling. In the winters, I want to take off to somewhere hot by an ocean. I want to have a successful business that includes one or if not all of my passions: working with people, working outdoors, working with animals, managing a business that I can leave when I want to travel, working with my hands, being helpful, artsy, unique, and most importantly, being myself! That’s honestly all I got…That is all I can think of that truly makes me happy and makes me want to live another day. the thought of possibly having those things make me want to explode with happiness and say “You’ve done it Jenn, you’ve finally succeeded”… But how do I get there? How do I get there without being miserable? Without setting myself backwards? Without failing? I know failure can equal to greatness.. But how is that guaranteed? It’s not! The fear of the unknown, the fear of failing, the fear of wasting money, time with no certainty of anything… and precious freaking time that you can NEVER get back.. What do you do?

I am lost. I am scared. I am at a point in my life where nothing makes sense.. nothing seems fair. I have worked SO hard in life and with nothing to show for. I literally had nothing. Everything I have or had, any place I’ve gone, anything I own.. I gave myself. I worked for it. I did it. Me. So what happened? Why can’t I move forward anymore? Was that all I was meant to be? A broken Massage Therapist? Am I a coward to say I’ve thought about ending it all?.. I mean, I’m broken, I suffer in pain all the time. I don’t think there has been a day since 2013 where I wasn’t in pain. I am not a pill popper and to be honest, do not take ANY meds for pain. I literally take baths, stretch, meditate, go for massages and Chiro..Nothing seems to help though. I was recently diagnosed with DDD (Degenerative Disc Disease) of my cervical spine which seems to be the culprit for the majority of my symptoms. Guess what? There is no cure. I just have to “cope”. I feel like I have zero direction, barely any friends that genuinely care about me unless it suits them or they gain something, and family.. well.. that’s a whole other story.

This post is not a “pity me” post. This is a somewhere that I feel safe enough to expose the real me. Perhaps reach other people who feel like me or felt like me. What did they do to get on track, to better their life, to fulfill their goals?

If there is one thing I do know, I know that I am a loving, caring, passionate, forgiving, compassionate, empathetic, selfless, trustworthy, faithful, committed, hardworking, and usually driven person who has lost her way. I know there is more to me and for me out there… I just don’t know what and when I will finally know. In the meantime, I am trying to hold faith that there is more, that this isn’t the end. Staying positive in the world we live in today is not easy.. I’m holding on… and I hope you are too.

If you’ve gotten to this point, congratulations, you’ve won nothing.. nothing but my sincere gratitude.

This is the real me saying goodbye.

Love, Jenna

*PS, sorry for all the spelling/grammar mistakes.. I wrote this at hyper speed and truly do not care to edit at this current time.

 

 

 

 

The Story Of The Lost iPhone And Missing Owner

This story I am about to tell you is some serious Nancy Drew shit.

The story takes place on a crisp Monday morning. I was on my way to an appointment and was headed to the bus stop near my place of residence. Inside the bus stop in the corner of my eye, something caught my attention on the bench. It was a red iPhone 8 plus. I looked away and straight ahead. I guess what I saw didn’t process. A moment later I glance at it again. Hesitant, I slowly inch myself towards it. I look from side to side checking my surroundings. Am I being set up?

I slowly reach towards the phone and press the home button. The screen illuminates and I see a few notifications and the background photo. It’s the face of a child. I automatically assume this phone belongs to a parent. I pick up the phone and examine it. It has a Kate Spade case on. It’s figure it’s a mother or a very proud aunt. Also, the phone is locked with a pass code, great. I then realize my bus will be there in less then 2 minutes. I need to make a decision what to do with this phone. Do I leave it and not make it a responsibility? Do I take it with me? I need to make a choice now. If I leave it, I risk the chance someone who will not return it might get their hands on it. This bus stop tends to have mainly students and teenagers and it is still early morning. Many people will be at this bus stop in the next hour or so.

If you could believe there was a sticky note on the ground inside the bus stop, believe it. I picked it up and noticed there were 3 names written on it. I don’t read the names. I scratch them out and write “if you lost an iPhone, call the iPhone or call my number *my number here*” then place it on the glass inside the bus stop. The bus pulls up beside the stop and I place the phone in my purse and get on. Immediately, I start the investigation process.

How long was the phone there for? The last notification was 14 minutes ago from Instagram. A text message comes through. I realize that message preview is on and I can read everything that comes in. The person is saying she can’t work those days since she will be on holidays. The number is saved so I can’t contact the person since the phones locked. Someone else texted. Same kinda thing, work schedule related and mentions her name, Veronica. So from the information I’m gathering, her name is Veronica and she has something to do with scheduling people’s work shifts.

It’s been 30 mins now since I’ve had the phone and the owner hasn’t tried to call. A third text comes in. This time, the number is not saved in the phone and I can use my phone to call or text it. So that’s exactly what I do. No one answers when I call so I send a text. My text says:

By this point I have reached my destination and 4 more text messages have come in. All within the same context, work scheduling related. All these numbers are also saved to the address book so the number is not available to me. I haven’t mentioned yet how I’ve tried to Facebook search the names of the people who have been texting or searching the name Veronica on Facebook relative to Edmonton, Alberta.. Also, way too many freaking Veronica’s in Edmonton. Just saying.

At this point I have some time in between waiting for me to be seen and signing forms. I try Siri again. “call home”…. nothing.. “call HOME”…. nothing… “call mom” …nada..

I get called in and I’m in there roughly 45 minutes. I check the phone for activity, nothing other then 3 more texts about work schedule crap. Where the hell is the damn owner of this phone? She must have noticed by now her phone is missing!

I now leave my appointment and head for he bus stop to go to work. Once on the bus, Veronica’s phone rings. I answer immediately. “Hello! Veronica? Hello? Is this Veronica??”… “insert some foreign language” then I get hung up on.. okay.. not Veronica? I proceed to send that person I texted before another message.

The minute I get to work, I call Rogers Place. I get no one so I leave a voicemail.. a very descriptive voicemail in regards to the situation. 5 minutes later I get a phone call on my phone. It is someone from Rogers Place.. not Veronica. I am told that there is no one by the name Veronica that works in Human Resources.. at this point I’m at a loss for words. She then proceeded to tell me they have contract workers who aren’t permanent and that she will do some digging on her end. The call ends and I’m left starting to worry about this women name Veronica..

What if something happen to her? What if she left her phone there because she doesn’t want to be found? What if she’s missing? I know if I lost my phone (which I have before for a total of 10 minutes… worst 10 minutes of my LIFE) I would have called it immediately.

But it could be a work phone and she might not remember the number.. I have to stay positive that everything will work out and that Veronica is okay.

Fast forward, I’m at work for a couple of hours. It’s my day off actually but I decided to go in to get some stuff done off the clock. I can do that. It’s now 3:30 pm and still no freaking word from the owner. Just my multiple texts from works saying that can’t work one “those” days… no wonder she left her phone.. I wouldn’t want to deal with the disappointment of people not wanting to work.

I’m now heading to my massage appointment for 5:00 pm. Another text comes in and it’s not work related I don’t think. Mainly cause it’s not in English and has a smiley face with the tongue sticking out. I decide to pop open google translate on my phone and type in the text. It reads “bring us dessert please =P” and the translation came from the Filipino language. Okay.. so Veronica is a Filipino mom who does or doesn’t work in Human Resources at the Rogers Place, who deals with rejections of people’s work schedules. GREAT

At this point I’m convinced something weird is going on… did this women do something wrong? Does she not want to be found? Am I now going to be targeted for something? What the hell! I was just trying to help this person out! She’s making it extremely difficult! Where in the world is Veronica?!

At this point my mom is freaking me out filling my head with nonsense. She tells me to bring it to the police. That’s just what I plane to do tomorrow. If you are wondering why I haven’t done that yet it’s because clearly this women lives super close to me. She uses the same bus stop. The closest police department is almost near the other end of town. I’m doing it for convenience of he owner.

On my way to my massage, I pass by the bus top and grab he sticky note with my phone number on it.. my mom scared me and I didn’t want my cellphone number circulating around.

After my massage I send the person I have been texting another message.

She doesn’t respond to me till awhile later. At this point I have the phone on loud ringer, on my tv stand, with a cloth over the speaker and camera because honestly… who the hell knows anymore. I don’t trust people in this world anymore.

8:36 pm Veronica’s phone rings. I run to it but miss the call, luckily you can just swipe to recall a missed call. A women answers and I say “hello! Veronica?” She replies with “no, but I’m looking to speak to her” She sounds concerned..my next words are ” let me explain to you why I have her phone..”. I explain my case and ask her if she has another way to contact Veronica. She tells me she will get a hold of her, thanks me, and informs me that the phone is very important to her and she is probably worried about it…. but them how come she hasn’t tried to contact it I ask. She says she doesn’t know and will look into it. I give my number and name to her and she goes on her way.

9:03 pm my phone rings.. “Hello Jennifer?” “Veronica!?”..”yes, hello, its me, do you have my phone still?” I confirm I still have it and immediately ask her why she hasn’t called it or tried to find it all day. Her excuse… she was at a Christmas party. -.-‘ damn it woman! I have been worried about you all day and here you are probably getting shit faced and forgot you even had a phone! I didn’t say this to her… obviously.. I just thought it. She told me she thought she forgot it at home and didn’t think anything of it since it is a work phone.

She asks if she can come by around 9:30 pm since she’s on her way home from the party. I ask if I can deliver it to her since I still don’t actually believe the entire situation. She is using her friends phone and asks if she can call me with it when she gets to her house. Which by the way, is literally ACROSS the street. She texts me her address and her house phone number since I have her cellphone. She calls me when she gets home and I suit up to leave my house at 9:46 pm to return this woman’s phone.

As I walk to her house, I think of the scenario and what I will ask her to do to prove she’s Veronica. I decide she either types the code in the phone and unlocks it or tells me what the photo on the screen is. I get to the house, call her house phone and she immediately comes to the door. Sure enough, there is a lady who is Filipino with a bottle of wine in her hand at the door. She smiles and says hello. I say something like “I know this sounds weird, but can you please confirm this really is your phone?” She smiles and starts saying the pass code. I turn the phone screen to her and she types it in. The phone unlocks and I sigh with relief. She then reaches out her arm with the wine bottle in hand. I say “oh no! It’s okay really, I’m just glad you are okay!” And she smiles and stretches it out at me again. So I take it and say thank you. It was a weird day and honesty, I just wanted to go home to bed.

As I walked home, I giggled and thought to myself “of course this would happen to me.. my life is so damn boring I needed excitement” 🙂 which is why it is now a story I am sharing with you!

I haven’t been active over the past 2 years, and that was just mainly a me thing. I guess I lost interest, or maybe lost the motivation to sit down and type. But when I do, I promise it’s a novel that’s for sure! Haha

I hope everyone who reads this has made an effort to help someone out this year. It’s a great feeling especially near Christmas time to be able to help someone in need. I never expected a reward and honestly, was more concerned about the well being of Veronica.

Acts of kindness people! Let’s make this world a better place! ❤️

Peace out ✌🏼

Jenna Rambles