Monday, December 31, 2007

Touching

Boy it's{?} hard to blog when you have a past story. To understand what I say you would probably have to read earlier posts. But here goes. Emilys' father took me to a doctor friend of his for an exam today. The doctor got angry at the scars. He would not let me call them whippings. He said beatings. There is a little damage but not that much, he says I need a couple of more tests just to be sure. I will be alright.
I want to say a few words about touching. They say babys like to be touched. I am no baby, but I love to be touched. Not in a romantic way, but that is ok too. But to be touched to show someone cares for you. I am going to call it the reasurance touch. When my feet were damaged in an accident, the first night a priest and Alice had to change my clothes because I was wet with swet. It was very unusual. I was not the least bit embarassed, because they did it to help me. When the priest at church puts his hand on my head and says Frank God loves you I feel care. When Alice or Jack pull my bare feet to wake me in the morning that makes me feel they care for me. Even when Emily runs her hand over my short hair I take it as a sign she cares for me. This may not seem unusual to you, but it is to me. When I was hurt Alice must have fixed my t-shirt and pajama pants 20 times. It never embarassed me. I am probably not getting this point across but touching someone is not bad. It can show you care and give you assurance. Frank

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Blogmaster

My name is Frank. I am from a small town in the southwest. I was kind of a big wheel in high school but now I know that means nothing. My history is on this blog. I hope some high school studs read this, may be they can learn something. I am going to be a catholic because I think that church shows so much care for others. I really like the mass to be in English. I can understand it all and feel a real part of the service. I have had a ugly life but I think Jesus will forgive me. I know some of you do not like Jack, he is great but can have a sharp tongue. Jack and Alice take care of me like there own son and Anna gives me great advice. A lot of the religious blogs are so technical I don't see how any one understands them. Any one who has anything to say to me feel free. I know there are many like me out there. This is a terrible first post but maybe I will get better. I would like to hear from others who have had bad pasts but want to get better. May be I would not feel so bad about my past. May be I could help someone. Frank

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Christmass

Probaly no one will see this but I will post it anyway, Christmass was wonderful. Little Jack was great in the kids pagant at the 4 o-clock mass. we all went. Okay laugh but I got my hand on the head blessing which means something to me. Everyone got great presents and I did to. Emilly sent me a beautiful sweater with a note "Sanday, from the first day I met you I MORE than liked you." I wish I was smart to think of that. She called and talked to all of us. Her dad got on the phone and said hi to all of us. He is bringing her back to school in a day or two. He seems so nice. He ask me if he should call me Frank or Sandy. He was very nice to me. Maybe he doesn't know about me or maybe he does and still can like me. I sure hope so. Anna if you see this could you comment on the lost sheep story. Could I be that lost sheep. Frank

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Merry Christmas

We all know its Christmas time. Jimmy and Meg have a beautiful tree. And under that tree are gifts for me from Jimmy and Meg, Jack and Alice, Joe and Jack. This is great, but my greatest gifts have already come. The people who took an interest in a guy who probably didn't deserve a thing has the greatest gift. Is there anything greater than having people who care for you? So I say thanks in avance to the ones I've mentioned here. To have Jack or Alice wake me each morning by pulling my foot means alot to me. This sounds silly. But for some reason that reassures me. To have Jack and Joe run to meet me when I come from college gives me a good feeling. And Anna and Caitlin. You have never met me but I know for sure you care and prayer for me.
I know this sounds child like, and it is. I had some big times in high school. But now I want to live a new way. I want to be a kid who has friends who care for me like I was 16 again. This can't last. I have to grow up and be a man and stand alone. But for the time to be treated as someones young son, to be treated as someone who does not have to make all choices by himself but knows he has help is just great. The greatest gift I'll ever get.
In closing let me thank Jesus who brought these friends to me. There is some story in the bible about a lost sheep, it is my favorite. So thanks and merry christmas to all of you who are letting me have a second chance. A merry christmas to Jack, Alice, Jim , Meg, Anna, Caitlin. I cannot bear to lose one of you. Frank

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

ANNA. ARE YOU SITTING!!!!!???

Anna. This is Jack. 3 reports. I'll start. Today was tense for Alice and Me; we wanted that C on the papers so much. Frank's class was at nine and Alice and I watched out the window for Frank. I saw him running down the sidewalk with his left fist in the air like when he scored a touchdown. I felt good!! Now Frank is going to tell you what happened. I told him not to worry about exact quotes, just get the point across.

Anna this is Frank. I went to class almost sick at my stomach. I was scared. Dr. Ellison came in and said "all of you did a good job, but we had only 2 A's. The first goes to Emily, her papers were good with almost no errors on first or second draft." Emily sits next to me and calls me Sandy because she says she likes my short hircut and the color. Then Dr. Ellison said " the second A goes to Frank". I almost cried. He said "this writing hits you in the gut" For some reason the class started to clap. Maybe they had seen me cleaning tables in the student union. Maybe they knew I was kind of poor, maybe they saw how I struggled, maybe some one told then how old I was and they thought I was a Iraq war soldier. They wanted me to do good. A couple of the students yelled out let us read his papers. Dr. Ellison said "Frank paper is for mature audiences. So maybe in a couple of years. The others fake booed. Then he said "Plus Frank and I have got to discuss the book rights." When He left several of the students there are 18 stopped by and patted my head, I was still sitting down. Emily stood up and gaave me a peck on the forhead and said "good job Sandy." He also told all of us to thank our first readers. He said "I think Franks reader is trying to get my job." He thinks my reader was Jack. They met once at a party. I am so thankful to All of you, and maybe that other Person. Jack dont' sensor this. I am going to try and call Emily for a date. Her dad is a doctor in Saint Louis so maybe he has not heard bad things about me. If she goes out with me I promise I will not to anything wrong, but I cannot promise I will not have a bad thought or two. I wish this were my birthday so I could say how excited I am. Thanks Anna a 100000000 times.

this is alice. i think frank forgot some of your english lessons, but i don't think he's on earth right now. you should take great pride in what you did for him. may god bless you. keep in touch.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

The Accident and the Other Person?


The year before I started to college I was in an accident. I was working in the big city to get some money to help on college. We were tearing down and old wearhouse and a wall of bricks fell down. It missed my head but landed on my feet. There was a deep gash on my right foot and my left foot was broken including the second, third, and fourth toes. They called an ambulance and took me to the hospital. I was in a lot of pain. The nurses that looked at me took off my jeans so they could see the injuries. Jack had come to the hospital and when one of the nurses said "my, your feet and legs are dirty, Jack went ballistic, he screamed "DON'T TALK TO HIM THAT WAY.Then he told the nurse to leave. But the doctor was very nice and they put me to sleep and fix both feet. When I came to the doctor was telling Jack and Alice I probably should stay in the hospital for a few days. Alice must have seen the plead in my eyes because she said "I think we can take care of him." I was afraid of the hospital. The doctor said okay but it will be a lot of trouble. Alice said "we can do it."
So I went to their house. Alice was told you check me twice a night to be sure I was alright and help me to use the bag if I needed to go to the bathroom. Jack was really sick with cancer at that time so the work fell on Alice.
About seven that evening my pain really came back. I was almost screaming with agony. The doctor had given Alice a pain pill for me but it had worn off. I think he gave me just one pill because he thought I might be a druggie. Alice was scared by my screaming and Jack tried to call the doctor to get more pain pills, but all he got was the answering machine. Alice was about to call an ambulance when there was a knock at the door. A ppriest from her church was at the door. He said"I understand you have a sick boy here." Alice said "did someone call you" and the priest did not answer. He came in my room, made a sign or my forhead and said "don't worry boy we will get you help." He left the room and made a phone call. 20 minutes later a delivery boy brought some pain pills. The priest held my head up and gave me the pill with a glass of water. The pain started to go away and I fell asleep. Later I learn the priest and stayed with
us almost all night, I had ask him to stay.
Alice was a great nurse. She put ice packs on my feet to help stop the swelling. She washed my cut foot several times a day as the doctor had told her. She helped me go to the bathroom. She had to change my clothes several times a day because the pills made me sweat a lot. But it was strange. When she changed my clothes I was not embarassed or ashamed. Even one time I wet the bed but she said " don't worry it could happen to us all." So I was not ashamed.
She took great care of me for two weeks and then I went home to my town. I later learned they paid all my doctor bill and made up the money I had lost by not working.
So I begin to realize people would help you even if they got nothing in return. I was not even a relative.
Now Jack has a little difference of opinion with Alice and I. He says this whole accident thing shows how good people can be. But Alice and I think he leaves out one Person. When I go to bed at night and try to pray I thank that Person. I hope He hears. Then I go to sleep.