The waiting game…

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John gets his chance to talk to the Judge about his disability.

So, now we wait.

I did not get to talk in John’s hearing as they ran over and out of time, which I think is a positive thing!  I did, however, get to write a letter, which I will share at a later date.  After speaking with John, I think it went quite well.  The vocational expert agreed that if John had all the issues that Dr. Leli (our Neuro-psychiatrist) says he has and that John’s therapist, Frank, confirms, then he is unemployable at this time.  It boils down to whether they believe his doctors.  No reason why they shouldn’t, but I have always been a “don’t count your chickens” person, so until we get it 100% confirmed in writing, it’s hurry up and wait.  Ugh.

I’ve been noticing it a lot lately; how when I think I’ve finished something and I have to start looking again, that life puts something in my lap.  I was driving to a closing a few weeks ago and was sitting in my car wondering where to pick up next.  I’ve been working so hard with the insurance and dealing with family issues that I haven’t put in nearly enough time to lead generation.  Okay, no time at all really beyond my Ladies Group and my occasional posts on Facebook.  As I sat on the platform waiting for my train into the city my phone pinged and I glanced down to see the following message: “Hi!  I don’t know if you remember me, but you helped my friend buy a house last year, and I’ve decided I want to buy a home of my own and I would love if you would be my Realtor!”.  Boom.  There it is.  I was so uplifted and my thought at the time was how it’s funny that when one door closes, another one often miraculously opens.

It has happened so many times over the years.   About five years ago when John’s employment ended we were walking laps around the park wondering what we were going to do to survive, both of us stunned terrified by the suddenness of it all.  I remember barely sleeping that night, tossing and turning, my mind in absolute turmoil as I tried to figure out what we should do.  The following morning an old friend of John’s called and offered him a job.  Boom.

My friend and boss at work says that if you work hard, that good things will come to you; however that’s not entirely true.  John has worked hard his entire life, and he does not deserve the disease and illness that has befallen him, yet, we are surviving, and we are doing okay, and life is miraculously opening doors for us right when we need them, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Photo by Vitor Fontes on Unsplash

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Kerry

Kerry

Eccentric Mother, Loving Wife. Addicted to creating all kinds of everything!

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Wife. Mother. Artist. Maker. Realtor. Born in the UK. Home in the US. A Husband. Two Children. Two Dogs and Three Turtles. My Stories. 

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