JESSIE'S VEGAS

I am still trying to figure out how to communicate with the special young man in my charge on Sundays. Born without a hippocampus, the flight control center of the brain, he wasn't estimated to live long let a lone walk. Yet, here he is walking, smiling and even "signing" some basic language skills.  Overall, he is quite active and loves to move around. There was one time, last Sunday, when he sat still. It was during singing time when his sister and I were trying hard by hand gestures(some signing some charades)to communicate the words to the song, " Heavenly Father Loves Me". As he wrapped his arms around himself in a hug to show the sign for "yes I know Heavenly Father loves me", his face changed.  For a moment heaven and earth were one and the Holy Ghost flooded that primary room. I knew he had a sure knowledge that YES! Heavenly Father loved him! Beyond that, he was confident in that love and there was no questioning or feeling that God's love...

Last week I was at the doctor's office with Syd again. I made sure I parked at the West side of the building because they just opened a call center on the East side and the employees were out having a smoke and leaning on my car the last time I was there. I don't drive a Rolls Royce, but I just prefer to have some bubble space around my vehicle.  Sometimes I become weary driving the same route, pushing the same button on the elevator then trying the same funny doorknob that always seems to stick at that office.  They have a big screen TV  that perpetually seems to be turned to the news channel to keep the occupants in the room entertained and deflected from the fact that their butts are sweating on the plastic-backed chairs.   Yes, a lot of times I pack a snack and water bottle to keep my blood sugar up during our vigils there. This week someting happened that made me pause from all of the mundane plastic plant in the corner, ripped Time magazine cover acti...