The girl on the side of the road

I did something I never thought I’d ever do tonight. I picked up a hitchhiker. I was on my way to a friends house for one of those party’s where they sell books that you aren’t obligated to buy, but by agreeing to go to the party, you really are agreeing to buy (I detest them).

The girl on the side of the road looked exactly like my nutritionist from when I was at Castlewood last summer. That’s actually the reason I pulled over, I thought it was her. If it was her, I was going to take it as a sign that I needed to get back into treatment. A man had pulled over to help her too, but she felt more comfortable getting into the car with me. I couldn’t figure her out at first. She was dressed in a casual summer dress. A very pretty girl, but her makeup was streaming down her face, and she was slurring her words. I wasn’t sure if she was drunk, or maybe on drugs? She had a large purse and every time she reached for it I tensed up waiting for her to pull out a gun (I’ve seen way too many crime shows). It turns out she and her boyfriend of three years had been out to eat at a Mexican restaurant several miles away. They had gotten into some kind of argument and he had left her at the restaurant with no money, cell phone, or any way to get home. I guess she just started walking. By the time I got to her she was super dehydrated and pretty out of it. I took her to her house (a mansion), and just dropped her off. I don’t even know her name. Now I’m curious, and want to know more-like who she is, and if she’s okay. I’m tempted to go back to her house and leave a note with my contact info, or maybe card for our church. I feel like there has to be a reason why I ran into her today…..maybe I’m just reading too much into something random. She just seemed so sad. I wanted to rescue her.

I ‘m learning that I have some sort of "fix it" mentality with people. I’m not sure when I became this way, but in the last couple of years I find myself becoming really emotionally involved with other people’s problems. Like stay up all night, can’t focus on anything else (even my own problems) until these people’s problems are solved. Maybe it’s my way of avoiding my own reality?  It doesn’t even always have to do with "problems". Let’s say you and I were teaching lessons on the rainforest. I might go out and buy a ton of stuff on the rainforest and then give it all to you pretending that I don’t need it, or that it’s extra. That doesn’t even make sense. I do stuff like that ALL the time. Sounds like a good topic for therapy. 😉

My cousin just got diagnosed with schizophrenia. My heart hurts for her and her family. She was admitted into a mental hospital earlier this week. She is claiming that there is no God, because she "is god". The final straw was when she was driving over 100 mph last week and hit a deer (the deer exploded). She hears voices in her head telling her to do bad things. I’m glad she is in a safe place, but sad for her.

Summer break is here. I’m teaching summer school in July, so I really only have June off. One month is good enough for me. I do best when I have a routine. We are using some of the extra money to hire a cleaning lady….you know you are old when things like this excite you.

My sister is in nursing school and it is really making me wish I was a pediatric nurse. Whenever I read JenRN’s diary I wish I worked in the picu. The reality of going back to school is a little too daunting for me, and I really do think my calling is teaching, but I think being a nurse would be so rewarding. I’ll keep the dream in my back pocket.

I am really not a fan of Ashley from Bachelorette. Also, none of the guys really stand out either. Could it be that I am *Gasp *maturing and this show does not appeal to me as much. Say it isn’t so!! This must be some sort of fluke!! 🙂

We’ll always have Four Weddings Whitney! 😉