“Little Ditty About Emely & Sam…

Two American kids, doing the best that they can.”

I guess it only seems natural that this story took place yesterday on the 10th Anniversary of the Iraq war. I was going about my day and for about the hundredth time I checked my Facebook news feed. As I was scrolling through the random posts something caught my eye that read: “Army Soldier and Fiance Need Your Help.” After all that Gary and I have been through, I didn’t think twice about clicking on the link.

The post took me to a GiveForward.com website dedicated to “Emely Ramlo and Sam.”

I didn’t know Emely or Sam and I have never met the friend who had created the post on their behalf. I read the following information on the site:

“Sam was struck by an IED in Afghanistan.Since he was on foot Sam suffered many injuries.This fund is to help get Emely to her soldier.

As some of you know, one of our favorite friends Emely Ramlo and her fiance Sam are in serious need of our help. While Staff Sergeant Sam was over in Afghanistan serving our country his convoy was struck by an IED. He lost one leg above the knee and the other right below it. It also took three fingers on his left hand and blew his eardrum. He is on his way to Germany and as you can imagine Emely needs to be with him. Since they weren’t married yet, the Army does not have the same resources for fiances as they do for spouses. Let’s show them that they are not alone by helping get Emely to Germany as well as cover the bills she will have to pay not working to be with him.  Once he does get back to US soil, he will not be in Washington for the recovery process, so she isn’t sure how long it will be until she is home. If we can all pitch in and help Emely so she can be with Sam, I know she would appreciate it more than words can explain.”

Even though my eyes were starting to tear up, I am the first to admit that I am skeptical with all things internet. In the past week alone I had received several e-mails from friends who have been hacked and had a link embedded within the body of their e-mail. So I started researching and reading the Facebook pages of the fiance, the sister to Sam and of course his many friends. I found Sam’s Facebook page and slowly scrolled through the pictures he had on there.EmelySam

My heart sank deeper and deeper into my chest and the tears started to fall down my cheek. I guess in a way I was hoping to find out that this was just another scam and that this adorable couple weren’t really facing such an enormous challenge so early on in their relationship.

As word started to spread from other postings, I couldn’t help but watch the amount of money on the website grow. First $2,000, then $5,200. I had friend requested Emely and waited for status updates every hour on the hour. I don’t know if it’s because of my affiliation with the Army as a spouse or for the simple fact that strangers much like myself were coming together to help, whatever it was — I couldn’t stop watching.

It seems like every day we read or hear about how awful people are. The news is so focused on the sad and often times gory details. But today, right now, even in the most horrible of scenarios, people are coming together and showing that there are decent people in the world who do care. They have put their political and religious affiliations aside to do whatever it takes to help this couple.

This morning as the sun came up, I reached over on my night stand and grabbed my iPhone. I scrolled to the Facebook app and found Emely’s page. She had just updated her status to this:

EmelySam has already started to help people all around the world and he doesn’t even know it yet.

Because of Emely and Sam, we’re all feeling a little bit better today.

Low Self-Esteem – The Gift That Keeps On Giving!

BeautifulMonkeyI learned a long time ago that words and actions can hurt you, but only if you allow them too.

Last night while having dinner with my husband, I asked him to take note of the time and date. He looked up from his empty dinner bowl and gave me a strange look. Smiling from ear to ear I said, “You finished dinner before me!” I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. For the past several weeks, months, years… I have been trying to understand portion control. The theory of eating slowly and enjoying food was something I only read about. So this moment was special for me, knowing that I set out to achieve a goal and I had finally reached it. This moment lasted for approximately 2.8 seconds, when my wonderful husband opened his mouth and said, “Yeah, it’s the first time you didn’t shove food into your mouth like a ravenous water buffalo.”

He laughed and got up to help himself to a piece of double fudge chocolate cake which sat next to the seven, yes, SEVEN boxes of Girl Scout cookies on the counter. When he came back to the table, I couldn’t help but think if I were a heroine addict, would we leave it on the counter next to the cake or hide it in a cookie jar?

You may not believe this, but I have some self-esteem issues. (shocker!) I have talked to my counselor about it, I have read books and forums. One of the common things I read is to feel better about yourself, you need to dress better. I am the first to admit that I can’t dress myself. I don’t know how to apply makeup  without looking like a hooker in a boxing fight. I wear shoes that are two sizes too big and I can’t seem to get away from wearing my comfortable black slacks every day. But I try. While I may not always get it right, and I may look like an over sized ball of wool with shoes that could house a small village, I do try. So I snuggled into my chair and surfed Pinterest for new hair styles and fashion advice.

Sure, the past haunts me and the words that are said do hurt. But I know deep down with the help of Google search, Pinterest and various blogs from people who have changed their life, I am well on my way to a slimmer, well dressed, fulfilled me. Now if I could just untangle the curling iron from my hair without burning my face off, I’d be set!