Posted by Ilana Angel
I had a lovely Valentine’s Day. The Englishman and I spent the evening with the kids and had a wonderful dinner. I got the most wonderful cards, flowers, chocolate, and gifts. I love Valentine’s Day and to share it with the people I love was very special. I know it is full of commercial gimmicks and there is an element of forcing love, but I don’t care. I love the day and like to celebrate it. This year I even celebrated it twice.
On the weekend the Englishman and I celebrated on our own. I have really fabulous Twitter followers and asked them what they thought would be a good gift for our first Valentine’s Day together. I decided on a couples massage and at their suggestion, opted to have it at the house rather than a spa. I have never done a house call for massage and was nervous about what to expect and what the Englishman would think.
I had the Englishman wait in the bedroom while the ladies set up in the living room. They moved the furniture, set up tables, lit candles, put on music, scattered rose petals, poured us a drink, and it was fabulous. The massage was perfect and the entire experience was wonderful. The massage therapists were funny, kind, talented, and professional. The best part was that when it was done, we didn’t need to go anywhere.
It was a wonderful experience and I’m so glad I got to share it with my love. I wouldn’t have thought to do it on my own and I thank all my friends on Twitter who made the suggestion. I got a lot of good ideas and now have a list of special things that I look forward to sharing with my Englishman. He is a remarkable man and I am blessed to have him as not only my boyfriend, but my best friend. I am a very lucky girl.
One of the best things about my Englishman is how he is as a father. He is very close with his daughters and I admire him and the role he plays in their lives. I have been raising my son on my own and even when I was in relationships, I was with men who had no experience being a parent, so even though I had a partner, I was still on my own. With this relationship I get the benefits of a seasoned professional to help me.
Raising a baby is a piece of cake compared to raising a teenager. I have a very close relationship with my son, but as he gets older and prepares to start his adult life, rather than let him spread his wings, I am holding on tighter. I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that he is 17 years old and next year he will be on his own, away at school. That denial is causing some friction and it makes me stressed and sad.
The Englishman is teaching me to give my son a little more rope and in giving him more freedom, I am actually freeing myself. I am learning that in taking care of myself, I am allowing my baby to grow up and take care of himself. It has been hard and I struggle with it on a daily basis, but I am trying and can see the benefits of this new strategy. Loving this man makes me better, makes me happy, and has changed who I am as a mother.
The Englishman and are both divorced and while he has daughters and me a son, our parenting is as different as it is the same. We are both hands on parents with open communication with the kids, but he is much calmer than I am. I am learning how to be calm and while there have been epic failures, I am trying so my son appreciates the effort. In the end both my son and I love and trust this man, which has been my dream.
I have never co-parented my son with his father. We don’t have a relationship, our exchanges are only about our child, and are usually heated. We cannot get to a good place and it is a shame. In the Englishman I have found a partner whose opinion I value and trust. I trust this man with not only my heart, but with my child’s heart. We both love him, and his children, and he is now the go to man in our home.
I call my Englishman on a daily basis to run things by him. If my son wants something from me, he will occasionally call the Englishman to get back up. Additionally, if he asks for something and does not like my answer, he tells me to call the Englishman to make sure he is happy with my answer. It is all rather entertaining. By entertaining of course I mean it is both comforting and annoying. There is a new Sheriff in town.
I am opinionated and independent, but when it comes to my relationship, I like my man to take the lead. We don’t live together, but he is the man of the house and I like that. For the first time in my life as a mother I have real back up and it is fabulous. As a single mother the scariest part of dating is introducing who you date to your children. You never know if it will be a fit, and in the end your children decide.
My son is perfect, 17 years old, has his own car, a busy social life, a heavy workload at school, pressure of college approaching, girls, friendships, self image, and work to worry about. I am a terrific mom and I am proud of the man I have raised, but having a partner is a real blessing. Raising a good man is easier when you are dating a good man. Knowing and loving these two men is an honor and inspires me to keep the faith.
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February 18, 2013 | 2:45 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
Melissa McCarthy is a beautiful woman. She is cute, funny, talented, charming, and entertaining. She makes me laugh out loud and I would love to sit next to her on a plane. Sidebar: Do you know which celebrity you’d want to sit next to on a plane? My top choice would be Russell Brand.
Back to Melissa, I like her in movies and on television, but I also like her in interviews. She seems like a cool chick and while I am aware she does not have the body of a model, I don’t really pay attention to her size. I don’t think her weight has any impact on how funny she is. She is just funny.
Rex Reed is a film critic who I quite frankly thought had passed away. I remember him from a million years ago and thought he was old and bitter then, so imagine my surprise to learn that not only is he not dead, he is now older and more bitter. It turns out Rex Reed is also a complete douchebag.
In his review of McCarthy’s latest film Identity Thief, he referred to her as “tractor sized” and a “female hippo”. In defending his review, he said something stupid about losing friends to obesity and not using fat as humor while referring to Melissa McCarthy as Melissa Manchester. Such an idiot.
Rex Reed should retire his opinion. He makes no sense and rather than continue to humiliate himself, he should simply go away quietly. That said, I went to see Identity Thief this weekend to support Ms. McCarthy and also because I thought the trailers looked funny. I was totally wrong.
Turns out the trailers are not that funny and this is truly a horrible film. A total waste of time and money. There was nothing funny or even remotely entertaining. It was dark, mean, violent, and just dumb. The acting was horrible, the story was ridiculous, and the evening was wasted.
I am in a movie picking competition with my boyfriend. We take turns picking out movies and keep a running score of who picks the winners and who picks the losers. I was ahead by one, and since I chose this piece of crap, we are now even. I have lost my movie picking bragging rights.
This movie was garbage and while Rex Reed’s comments about Ms. McCarthy are offensive and idiotic, he was right about the movie being bad. This is not a family movie and kids should not go. The movie is crap, Reed is an asshole, and I can’t brag about picking good movies. Damn you Identity Thief!
Important to note that many people in the theater were laughing but we couldn't tell if they thought it was funny, or simply felt uncomfortable enough to cause spontanious laughter. We looked around in amazement because there was nothing funny happening but people laughed. Very strange.
I don’t regret going to see it really because I wanted to support McCarthy’s talent. I am also a huge fan of Jason Bateman, so I gave them a shot. In the end I am glad that I supported her, I do think the movie is crap, I definitely think Reed is a douchelord, and I am very annoyed.
The Englishman and I have different tastes in movies, but we appreciate well made films so we go with an open mind, hoping we have picked a winner not a dud. My Englishman is making fun of my selection and he is funnier than the movie. It is now his pick and he wants payback so I am keeping the faith.
February 14, 2013 | 7:41 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I know Valentine’s Day is a commercial holiday that really means nothing and is overrated, but I also know that I love it and it matters to me. I am a romantic and I love everything about love. This Valentine’s Day marks my first with my Englishman. Important to note that the Englishman does not think Valentine’s Day is a big deal. This should be interesting.
When I was a kid I remember we would get cards at school and it was exciting. My son went to a Jewish Day School so he never celebrated Valentine’s Day at school, but I always gave him a card, some candy, and a small gift. He is my Valentine but last night told me he is not that into Valentine’s Day. And so it begins. Is he over it because he is a man?
I know a lot of women who don’t like Valentine’s Day, and to be honest, most of them are single. Even when I was single I loved Valentine’s Day. I would always do something special for me and my son to celebrate love. I would buy him those candy necklaces and he would eat it throughout his dinner and thought it was so cool to have candy with dinner. It was our thing.
I told the Englishman that we did not need to exchange gifts. I then told him we could max out gifts at a certain price. I then told him we could make gifts. I then suggested we just do cards. I was trying to take the pressure off of our first Valentine’s Day because the truth is I feel loved by him everyday. In the end he just thought I was bossy and said to stop.
He thought I was bossy before my suggestions, so no worries there. It got me to thinking about Valentine’s Day and presents. There is pressure of course, but why? Does the gesture of a gift not matter more than the actual gift? Does it matter if you get a piece of jewelry or a crock pot? Do flowers express love more than a new vacuum cleaner?
I was alone for a long time before my Englishman and to be honest with you, having him is the real gift. I love him. He is my everything and I remember what Valentine’s Day is like without a romantic love, and it was lonely. I am not ashamed to say that I would long for the Valentine’s Day when I would be in love and now that it is here, the gift does not matter.
I get cards in the mail for no reason, chocolates at the end of a long day, and surprise flowers all the time, so Valentine’s Day is not about those things anymore. Instead of a day where I long for love, it is now a day where I am grateful for the love I have found. I feel lucky and blessed to have this man in my life and today is a day to marvel at my good fortune.
I still love this day and just because it is a new kind of Valentine’s Day for me, it still matters and I will buy cards and gifts because I love it. Even if I get a spatula or toilet plunger from the Englishman, I will be happy. First off, it is a gift from the man who loves me, and second, it will make for a brilliant blog. There is no losing in the situation. It is all good.
My overall view of love has changed in knowing the Englishman. Things that I valued as important in a relationship have all been chipped away to discover that at the core, love is very simple and does not need to be complicated or difficult. I am a different mother, friend, and woman because of this man and that is a gift you cannot buy, but are blessed to receive.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. I wish you health, happiness, and love. If you are in love, embrace your partner and remember what it was like without them. If you are alone but searching for love, believe in love and it will come. If you are alone and not looking for love, enjoy the peace that comes with loving yourself. Love is grand and I am keeping the faith.
February 13, 2013 | 6:15 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
It is the anniversary of my father passing away. It has been many years but I still can’t believe he is gone. I miss him everyday and feel the loss in ways that hurt deep in my heart. He was a great father and while our relationship had ups and downs, he was my hero and always loved and protected me.
I see a lot of my Dad in my son. They have many things in common and share a lot of the same tastes and mannerisms, so it is a blessing that I get to see glimpses of my Dad in my boy. They had a very close relationship when my son was young and it hurts that my Dad was taken away so quickly.
I have many memories of my Dad with my son and I cherish them, as does my baby. I have pictures of my Dad throughout my house and on rare occasions when I am feeling strong, I watch old home movies and listen to his voice. I close my eyes and get wrapped up in his laugh. He was wonderful.
I am going to go to Temple this morning and say a prayer for my Dad, light a candle in his memory, and take my son out for dinner so we can talk about Grandpa Bob and keep his memory alive. I want my son to know all about his Grandpa and tonight will be a lovely moment for us to share. They say time heals all wounds, but I don't think that is true. I miss my Dad more now than ever before. I want him to see my son become a man. I want him to see me in love with a wonderful Englishman. I want him to share in my successes. I want him back. I want my Father here with us.
Rest in Peace Robert Angel. You are loved and missed. Thank you for watching over me and guiding me in the right direction. I think of you daily, speak of you constantly, and see all the very best parts of you in your Grandson. You are my guardian angel and I am keeping the faith.
February 5, 2013 | 7:39 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I love going to temple. It makes me happy from the inside out. I always feel comfortable when I am sitting in shul and while I have yet to find a temple that I really, really love, I hop from temple to temple hoping I find a place that feels like the perfect fit. Actually, I’m not hoping I find it because I know I will, I am simply wandering around knowing I am going to get where I need to be. The process has been interesting and enlightening.
Last Shabbat my friend Jonathan invited me to his temple for Friday night services. I had never been, and adore Jonathan and his wife, so I made the schlep from the valley to Brentwood to spend the evening at Nashuva. I had heard a lot about Rabbi Naomi Levy and am surprised that in all my hopping had never made it to her services. I found Jonathan in the first row, so there I was front and center to check out another service.
Nashuva’s temple is actually a church. They meet on the first Friday of each month at the Bentwood Presbyterian Church. They are a tight and connected congregation that has no actual temple, so they meet in a church. I have a close relationship to God and feel his presence with me wherever I am, but there is something about being in a house of worship that feels great to me. I felt very happy to be in a church saying Jewish prayers.
Religion is what rips the world apart and for God to have one faith worshiping in the home of another is something that I think must give him joy. Faith is personal and the subject of God can offend in terms of writing about him, but I don’t care. I am happy to share that I believe in God, know that he believes in me, and while I feel him with me everyday, I felt God close as I sat in church saying the Shmah with Rabbi Levy.
The actual services were very inclusionary. It does not matter what level of Judaism you practice, you will feel comfortable there. I did not feel it was too Jewish, or not Jewish enough. I am a Conservative Jew that leads a rather Reform Jewish life, and I enjoyed the service very much. It was very musical and the Rabbi has a beautiful voice, which I must say is unusual in my temple travels. This Rabbi can sing, and she does.
There is a great band that really rocks. The music was wonderful, the service was warm, and the sermon was interesting. I really enjoyed the experience. You can tell they are a tight bunch and everyone seems to know everyone else, but as a newcomer, I was embraced. There were no looks of “Who is that?”, but rather lots of looks of “We’re glad you finally made it.” I was happy I went to Brentwood at this point, but then it happened.
I am not always sure what exactly it is I am searching for in terms of my faith. I am not searching for faith, just for a place in which I can worship in an environment where I feel I am Jewish enough. In the middle of services at Nashuva I had a moment of such pure faith that I started to cry. Rabbi Levy turns down the lights, and in the darkness leads her congregation in a meditation. It was the most remarkable temple experience.
She led us through deep breathing and in listening to my breath I felt peace. She shared how we can talk to God and share with him what we want, need, fear, and worry about. It was a simple thing that has impacted me in a really profound way. I have never done a meditation at temple and while I thought it was odd for a split second, in the end it was truly special and I found myself feeling real love for a Rabbi I had never met.
It might not be for everyone, and that is okay because my obligation is to myself, and for me it was lovely. There was an Oneg after that was warm and welcoming and I enjoyed the evening more than I thought I would. I am invited to services often because people are attached to their temples and want to share, but this was the first time I went to a service as a stranger and left feeling that it was actually my temple.
I will go to service at Nashuva again and hope to meet with Rabbi Levy one on one because I think she may have some of the answers I am seeking. I was introduced to her after the services and when I extended my hand to shake hers, she leaned in to hug me and once again I thought I would cry. My life has become rather complicated lately, for a lot of really great reasons, and her hugging me was a kindness that I really needed.
Faith is personal and one never knows what will speak to them in terms of prayer and belief. For me I just want to feel safe. It is a simple desire but one I have spent a very long time looking for. It was never about a Rabbi, a temple, or a congregation. It has always been about God, so it was a pleasant surprise that when I least expected it, I felt him close. My life is blessed and in the end my goal is to always focus on keeping the faith.
January 6, 2013 | 7:28 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
It is over. After 2 weeks in London, we made our way back to Los Angeles. In some ways the trip felt like we gone over a weekend, and in others it felt like a lifetime. Trips to visit family are more work than vacation, and while there was stress, pressure, and a few tears, it was a vacation I will always remember.
I went to London with a lot of expectations. I wanted the Englishman's family to like me in a way that made them tell him he should never let me go because I am fabulous. He is 53 years old and so his opinion matters most, but I guess my silliness comes from insecurity that I will lose what took me forever to find.
I thought we would go to London and have 14 days of romance driving through the countryside, walking through the city, wining and dining ourselves into memories that when gathered, create a life together. In the end we spent our time living a real life, with a real family, and in doing so I saw a life that I really want.
My Englishman has a remarkable family. They love deeply and in learning of their history, I saw things that match my own family. There is love and respect, but also stress and complications. In seeing the man I love trying to make everyone happy, I saw sides to him I do not see in our everyday lives. Sides that are interesting.
Everyone wanted a piece of him and he was trying to please us all. His children, my son, his parents, his brothers, his nephews, and his girlfriend. We were all vying for his attention and quite frankly, it made us all a little bit nutty. On top of the tug-of-war, he had to deal with his oldest daughter becoming very sick during our visit. We spent 4 days at the hospital as she was treated for an infection and it was scary. This man that we all love was forced to deal with a bunch of adults acting like children while taking care of his baby. By bunch of course I include me. In the end I discovered things about him I did not know and would never have guessed.
My Englishman is a very special man. His loyalty to his family is solid, and his view of fatherhood and the two young women who call him dad is remarkable. He loves them from a place in his heart that is reserved for a daddy's little girls. His oldest daughter is 22 but when she became ill, she was his baby again. I sat in the hospital with this man as he looked after her and I thought of my own father. I spent a long time in the hospital when I myself was 22, and seeing him with her brought memories of my own dad crashing back. How blessed she is to be loved by him as I was loved by my father. Fathers like this are rare.
On any given day during our vacation someone was upset. There was lots of laughing, but also yelling and tears, some of it from me. I was in the middle of a family I did not know, felt I was finding my way more than I was being led, and it was stressful. In the end I had many people to hold my hand through it. I love these people. His parents, brothers, sister-in-law, nephews, and daughters love him as I do, and in the end the stress does not matter. I am not leaving with nothing other than memories of a life that is beginning. In spending time with these people I have clarity on the life I want with my Englishman.
This man makes me laugh. A real and authentic laugh that can only come from a place of joy. He makes me mad in a way that comes from a place of fear. He makes me think in a way that comes from a place of calm. He makes me dream in a way that comes from a place of hope. He is my life partner. I was so worried about expectations that I almost missed out on the experiences that mattered most. I spent 14 days with a family that embraced me enough to treat me as a member, not an outsider. They became my family in a very real way that would not have happened had my unrealistic expectations been met.
I had so much fun stumbling through two weeks with this family that I feel like they are now my family. I will call them and see them as I would my own family and that is the greatest gift I got this holiday season. Important to note: the diamond and pearl necklace and earrings were also a very nice holiday gift. The Englishman's daughter is feeling much better and she is going to be fine with some rest and relaxation. She is a very special young woman and I love her. Her sister sat on the plane next to me sad to go home, and my son smiled madly as the trip was a dream for him. How blessed we are to love these three children.
Family can bring out the best and the worst in each other. I was treated as a member of the family and I feel honored. I survived the initiation and could not be happier. Happy that my love took me to England and happy that in meeting his family, I saw who he really is because I saw where he came from. I love London and hope to live there one day with my Englishman. He is my friend, my teacher, my partner, my filter, and my love. He makes me better, crazier, funnier, and wiser. I am excited for the future and whatever it holds I know he will be there beside me, holding my hand, and keeping the faith.
January 1, 2013 | 4:55 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
I am in London with my Englishman and we are having a wonderful time. His family is lovely. They have opened up their homes to my son and me and it has been great. I see the Englishman in a new light here. He is in his element, in the city he loves, with the people that matter most, and I love him even more here.
He is a remarkable and I have tremendous respect for how he loves his family. He is a brillinat son, brother and father. To clarify, nothing I have said to describe this family applies when they are playing Monopoly. When it comes to this game, these fantastic people are quite simply, certifiably insane.
We were at the home of the Englishman's litle brother who is married with three sons. There was another family with us and they were fabulous. A couple with two beaiutoiful daughters. Proper English people with killer accents and nice manners. They had no idea what was about to happen to them.
The Englishman suggested a "friendly" game of Monopoly after dinner. His brother jumped right in, as did his three sons, my boy, the two yound girls, and their father. Important to note the man joining the game and including his angelic children, is a detective with the Metropolitan Police in London.
It started inocently. The policeman was asked to be banker since it is common knowledge anyone in the immediate family of the Englishman is going to cheat. By immediate family of course I mean anyone who plays Monopoly with this group becomes family and will start cheating almost immediately.
Sidebar: An average amount of time to play Monopoly is an hour or two. This group will not play unless they have 4 hours set aside. By 4 hours of course I mean that needs to be the minimum every player needs to commit in order to properly experience the game. Their game, not a normal game.
I cannot properly explain how detailed the cheating has become for these people, but I will share a couple of the important adaptations they implement when playing.
1) They negotiate indemnity for themselves as part of purchasing property. For example, if I own 3 railroads and someone owns the one I am missing, they can sell me the railroad I need and negotiate that I give them indemnity so if they ever land on it, they don't have to pay me rent.
2) If I own 2 properties in a set and someone else owns the third, we can join forces and own the set together. We each have indemnity from paying rent if we land on it, we share in the cost of houses and hotels, and we share the money won when others land on the set.
Sidebar, if we own a set together and my partner runs into finanical difficulty, he does not need my permission to sell off the houses and keep the money for himself. Important to note that this happened in our game which caused a 45 minute delay and massive headache.
3) They loan money to each other through in an insane series of demands. If you land on a property and owe soemeone $1000, you can trade anything and everything you have as a loan against what you own and pay it back, with interest, when you have a positive cash flow.
Important to note that when the game starts, there is a 30 minute ritual/competition to see who can be the racecar. Apparently it is coverted by all and they roll dice, play rock-paper-scissors, thumb wars, guess numbers, and after someone wins 6 of the mini events, they are the racecar.
After 3 hours the policeman and his kids were sucked into the vortex and they became cheaters. There was screaming and extremne hand gestures as the innocent little girls became sharks. The policeman was a bit confused and appeared to actually be frightened.
This lovely detective, who is not permitted to carry a gun by law, sat in a room with my Englishman and his family and I could see him wishing he had a gun so he could take his own life rather than play Monopoly and watch his children jump over to the dark side.
I have learned a lot about my Englishman's family on this trip. Most of it good, some of great, and then there is Monopoly. It is the dark family secret that I feel both blessed to have been let in on, and also disturbed that they shared. I am scared.
I don't think I am permitted to write about the game of Monopoly and how it is played here, so there may be some fall out. I may be punished, or perhaps shunned, but it needed to be said. I'd loove to hear some of your family Monopoly rituals. Share the madness and keep the faith.
December 10, 2012 | 10:48 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
I have worn glasses since I was five and have such severe Keratoconus I had both of my corneas transplanted. Keratoconus is an eye disease that affects the structure of the cornea. The cornea is the clear tissue covering the front of the eye. The shape of the cornea slowly changes from the normal round shape to a cone shape, which causes vision problems.
I wear contact lenses most of the time, but do occasionally use glasses, which are truly horrible. They are super thick, change how my eyes look, and are too embarrassing to wear any place other than in the privacy of my own home, and only when I am alone. If I could change one thing about myself, it would be my vision. I’d love to be able to see better.
I have always been grateful for sight. It has gotten worse as I’ve gotten older, and while my new corneas have been a blessing, my eyesight is deteriorating and that makes me see things a little differently, both literally and figuratively. I have spent most of my life worried that I will one day lose my vision, so I take everything in and try to memorize it.
Sidebar: One of my corneas came from an 18 year old boy who died in a car accident, and the other from a 22 year old boy who was shot in a robbery. I am able to see because of the generosity of these young men and their families. I am an organ donor and have kept these two boys in my prayers since the day they saved my sight.
I can describe every inch of my son’s face to you. The truth is I can describe the faces of all the people I love in great detail. I take pictures of them with my mind so that I can see them in my minds eye when my vision is gone. It could plateau of course and I could maintain my current sight but the truth is each year gets just a little bit worse.
This morning I woke up to see my cat sitting 5 inches away from my face. She was staring at me as if she was memorizing how I look and it made me sad. I am leaving for England in 11 days and I will be away for 2 weeks. I wonder if she knows and is preparing herself. Perhaps she is hoping I memorize her face so I don’t forget. She’s sweet like that.
I never take my vision for granted and while I hate my coke bottle glasses, I also treasure them. I went to my son’s school yesterday to watch a holiday performance. As I sat there watching this divine child and his friends, I was overcome with emotion. I feel so blessed to see him grow up. Not just be with him, but to actually see what he looks like everyday.
When I was at school I lost my car key. I looked everywhere but it was simply gone. I must have dropped it on campus at some point and I was so sad. My friends Naomi and Karen helped me look for it, but we could not find it. Karen was going to drive me home to get my spare key and bring me back to school to get my car. I was very grateful.
We went to the school office to check one more time if the key had been turned in and no luck. I said a prayer and asked God to please help me find the key. I told him I knew it was there and could he please just help me. I left the office with Karen and told her how sad I was. Karen is a lovely woman and has a strong conviction to her faith.
We do not practice the same religion, but we have a deep and profound respect for each other. Karen is big on prayer and I told her I prayed to find the key. She told me that she prayed too. What was interesting is that we both told God the exact same thing. Independent of each other we used the same words and then within minutes, the key was found.
Some will think it is silly, but I don’t care. I believe in the power of prayer and our joined forces found my key. As I drove home I thought about Karen and faith. We follow very different teachings in terms of faith, but we pray to the same God and it left me feeling very peaceful. It got me thinking about what I am able to see and what is invisible.
I am always worried about my eyesight. I worry about the health of my eyes and pray I will not only see my child grow up, but his children too. When I close my eyes I can see all the pictures I have taken over the years and so I worry a little less. Vision is a powerful thing and I learned today that I see some wonderful things when my eyes are closed.
I will probably always worry about my sight and maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to try some of the new options available to people with Keratoconus. I will always pray, always respect faiths different from my own, and always be grateful for what I am able to see when my eyes are open, and closed. I am blessed to have perfect vision when I keep the faith.