“The Specials” reality series coming to the OWN

Really not digging the title at all, but otherwise could be interesting, depending on how the rest of it is presented. 

“The Specials” reality series coming to the OWN

A Football Grandma

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My life has been filled with it’s ups and downs but overall, it’s a good life. I chose to have my children at a young age so that I would still be able to fulfill some of my life goals as they became independent adults. My plan was NOT what destiny had in store for me.

As I approach my 58th birthday early next year, I find myself raising two of my teenage grandchildren. Kim will soon be 18 and DJ will be 15 in December. They are great kids who were dealt a really bad hand in life. You see, their mother suffers from mental illness. She struggles on a daily basis with her own survival needs. Their father decided he should move on with his life, divorce their mom, and start a new family with another woman. I do believe that they both love their kids, unfortunately neither is capable of supporting them. Not emotionally or financially.

My husband and I have raised Kim since she was 3 months old. Her parents were too busy living their own lives to take care of the needs of an infant. DJ lived with his biological parents until July 2014. For the previous 2 years, he struggled to live with his mom who was fighting her own demons. Never having a stable home, he had attended as many as 5-6 different schools in his young life. He went weeks without electricity and sometimes water because the bills hadn’t been paid. The two meals that he could count on were the free breakfast and lunch he got at school. Weekends he prayed there would be food for at least 2 meals.

In early July, he came to visit us. He was excited to be starting high school in August and he was especially excited about playing football. Practices had been in full swing since early June and he was working really hard to make the team and impress his coaches. Unfortunately, he was also homeless. Sleeping on the floor wherever his mom could talk someone into letting them lay their heads. His few clothes were in trash bags. DJ was embarrassed and totally uncertain about what tomorrow would have in store for him. How could I selfishly sit back and watch a child endure all of that and not take a stand? The answer is that I couldn’t!

DJ is now living with me, my husband, and his sister Kim in our home. He is attending the local high school here and he made the JV football team! Not one week has passed since he began living with us that he doesn’t say “thank you so much grandma and grandpa for letting me come live with you and Kim.” He is thriving emotionally, physically and socially. DJ no longer has to worry about adult problems in life. He knows there will be food when he is hungry. He can take a daily shower without fear that the water will be turned off. The electricity is on so he can do his homework and actually concentrate on his schoolwork. Also, he now has a bed in his own bedroom!

My life is nothing like I envisioned it would be at this point in time but I wouldn’t change a thing. I have found a new purpose in my life. A new reason to get out of bed every morning. I’ve joined the PTA again! My social calendar now includes Thursday night JV football games cheering for my #10 corner back!!! Friday nights are now spent working in the concession booth at the Varsity football games! As a Bengal Booster Club parent, that is now my job. So as I near my 58th birthday early next year, I am traveling the path of parenthood all over again. It’s a path that I wouldn’t trade for any other and that I thank God for giving me the health and means to provide for His two beautiful creations!

Warm Hugs My Friends,
Donna

Rollin’ with Kristine: Local disabled woman hopes travel series makes it big, educates, inspires

Kristine Groenenboom-Newbold enjoys traveling, despite the disability that has put in her a wheelchair. But while watching travel TV shows and videos, she often is frustrated by the dearth of information about access for the disabled to those tourist destinations.

“If you call the place,” she said, “and you go, ‘Are you guys wheelchair accessible?’ They’re like, ‘Uh, we’ve got a ramp.’ OK. What does that tell me? Nothing.”

So, about a year ago, Kristine decided to create her own series and started turning her “harebrained idea” into reality.

Kristine and Thompson plan to market their series to travel TV networks and websites. Their first episode was a visit to Callaway Gardens, and their second was kayaking on the Chattahoochee River. Next, they are scheduled to visit the National Infantry Museum and the Columbus State University Oxbow Meadows Environmental Learning Center. They also want to film a horseback riding episode.

She is trying to raise $2,700 for the project, titled “Rollin’ with Kristine,” on GoFundMe.

“The idea is to laugh and have fun but also show the capabilities of a person in a wheelchair,” Kristine posted on the website. “The money is needed to pay for the filming, editing and production costs of 5 adventures. I have the crew and the idea and the abilities, I just need a little financial assistance. I promise this will be FAR BETTER than some of the stuff being aired these days!!”

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Rollin’ with Kristine: Local disabled woman hopes travel series makes it big, educates, inspires

1. Trauma permanently changes us.

This is the big, scary truth about trauma: there is no such thing as “getting over it.” The five stages of grief model marks universal stages in learning to accept loss, but the reality is in fact much bigger: a major life disruption leaves a new normal in its wake. There is no “back to the old me.” You are different now, full stop.

This is not a wholly negative thing. Healing from trauma can also mean finding new strength and joy. The goal of healing is not a papering-over of changes in an effort to preserve or present things as normal. It is to acknowledge and wear your new life — warts, wisdom, and all — with courage.

2. Presence is always better than distance.

There is a curious illusion that in times of crisis people “need space.” I don’t know where this assumption originated, but in my experience it is almost always false. Trauma is a disfiguring, lonely time even when surrounded in love; to suffer through trauma alone is unbearable. Do not assume others are reaching out, showing up, or covering all the bases.

It is a much lighter burden to say, “Thanks for your love, but please go away,” than to say, “I was hurting and no one cared for me.” If someone says they need space, respect that. Otherwise, err on the side of presence.

3. Healing is seasonal, not linear.

It is true that healing happens with time. But in the recovery wilderness, emotional healing looks less like a line and more like a wobbly figure-8. It’s perfectly common to get stuck in one stage for months, only to jump to another end entirely … only to find yourself back in the same old mud again next year.

Recovery lasts a long, long time. Expect seasons.

4. Surviving trauma takes “firefighters” and “builders.” Very few people are both.

This is a tough one. In times of crisis, we want our family, partner, or dearest friends to be everything for us. But surviving trauma requires at least two types of people: the crisis team — those friends who can drop everything and jump into the fray by your side, and the reconstruction crew — those whose calm, steady care will help nudge you out the door into regaining your footing in the world. In my experience, it is extremely rare for any individual to be both a firefighter and a builder. This is one reason why trauma is a lonely experience. Even if you share suffering with others, no one else will be able to fully walk the road with you the whole way.

A hard lesson of trauma is learning to forgive and love your partner, best friend, or family even when they fail at one of these roles. Conversely, one of the deepest joys is finding both kinds of companions beside you on the journey.

5. Grieving is social, and so is healing.

For as private a pain as trauma is, for all the healing that time and self-work will bring, we are wired for contact. Just as relationships can hurt us most deeply, it is only through relationship that we can be most fully healed.

It’s not easy to know what this looks like — can I trust casual acquaintances with my hurt? If my family is the source of trauma, can they also be the source of healing? How long until this friend walks away? Does communal prayer help or trivialize?

Seeking out shelter in one another requires tremendous courage, but it is a matter of life or paralysis. One way to start is to practice giving shelter to others.

6. Do not offer platitudes or comparisons. Do not, do not, do not.

“I’m so sorry you lost your son, we lost our dog last year … ” “At least it’s not as bad as … ” “You’ll be stronger when this is over.” “God works in all things for good!”

When a loved one is suffering, we want to comfort them. We offer assurances like the ones above when we don’t know what else to say. But from the inside, these often sting as clueless, careless, or just plain false.

Trauma is terrible. What we need in the aftermath is a friend who can swallow her own discomfort and fear, sit beside us, and just let it be terrible for a while.

7. Allow those suffering to tell their own stories.

Of course, someone who has suffered trauma may say, “This made me stronger,” or “I’m lucky it’s only (x) and not (z).” That is their prerogative. There is an enormous gulf between having someone else thrust his unsolicited or misapplied silver linings onto you, and discovering hope for one’s self. The story may ultimately sound very much like “God works in all things for good,” but there will be a galaxy of disfigurement and longing and disorientation in that confession. Give the person struggling through trauma the dignity of discovering and owning for himself where, and if, hope endures.

8. Love shows up in unexpected ways.

This is a mystifying pattern after trauma, particularly for those in broad community: some near-strangers reach out, some close friends fumble to express care. It’s natural for us to weight expressions of love differently: a Hallmark card, while unsatisfying if received from a dear friend, can be deeply touching coming from an old acquaintance.

Ultimately every gesture of love, regardless of the sender, becomes a step along the way to healing. If there are beatitudes for trauma, I’d say the first is, “Blessed are those who give love to anyone in times of hurt, regardless of how recently they’ve talked or awkwardly reconnected or visited cross-country or ignored each other on the metro.” It may not look like what you’d request or expect, but there will be days when surprise love will be the sweetest.

9. Whatever doesn’t kill you …

In 2011, after a publically humiliating year, comedian Conan O’Brien gave students at Dartmouth College the following warning:

“Nietzsche famously said, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ … What he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.”
Odd things show up after a serious loss and creep into every corner of life: insatiable anxiety in places that used to bring you joy, detachment or frustration towards your closest companions, a deep distrust of love or presence or vulnerability.

There will be days when you feel like a quivering, cowardly shell of yourself, when despair yawns as a terrible chasm, when fear paralyzes any chance for pleasure. This is just a fight that has to be won, over and over and over again.

10. … Doesn’t kill you.

Living through trauma may teach you resilience. It may help sustain you and others in times of crisis down the road. It may prompt humility. It may make for deeper seasons of joy. It may even make you stronger.

It also may not.

In the end, the hope of life after trauma is simply that you have life after trauma. The days, in their weird and varied richness, go on. So will you.

Catherine Woodiwiss, “A New Normal: Ten Things I’ve Learned About Trauma”     (via qasaweh)

“It is a much lighter burden to say, “Thanks for your love, but please go away,” than to say, “I was hurting and no one cared for me.””

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