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DEB'S WORDS

  • Investigator
  • Mediator
  • Handwriting FormationTherapist
  • Personality Profiler
  • Masters NLP Practitioner
  • Public Speaker
  • Author
  • Business Coach and Consultant
  • Coach - Personal and Couples

Those are all things that I do and no brag, I am good at them. But these are things I do, they are not who I am. So I was torn (TORN! Torn like an old sweater!) as to how to go about having a blog on a regular basis. While most people like the stories investigators tell, all my good stories would breach confidentiality and a bunch of other legal issues, so that kind of leaves me dry. There is the technical aspect of my business, but do you really want to know about the latest in cameras and recorders? Or how to circumvent bugging devices in your home? You think you do, but trust me, two sentences into the reading and you’d be snoozing.

And so I have decided for my blog, to not talk about things I do professionally but things that interest me personally. I am like Sheldon on the “Big Bang Theory”. I love being inside my own head. I do. I make myself laugh. I can make myself cry. And the thing is, you do to. And it’s these funny, intense thoughts and ideas that we all roll around inside our heads, that I want to bring out and ponder as my blog develops. I hope I entertain, poke and prod your emotions and give you a few things to think about.

I wirte for an online magazine - What If Media.  You can find my most current articles in this monthly magazine at http://www.whatifmedia.org/magazine.html" target="_blank">www.whatifmedia.org

You can find my books on amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Deborah-Colleen-Rose

 


 

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My Dallas Buyers Club Experience

Posted on December 31, 2013 at 10:15 AM

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After seeing the Dallas Buyers Club, I had to write about one of my many memories of that time.  I had the privilege of meeting Woodruff though at the time, I had no idea about his story or how important a work he was performing.  I only knew he was doing something that was illegal but it was making some of my friends better.

Danny was one of my friends who didn’t visit Woodruff. By the time he was diagnosed with AIDS, it was very far progressed.  All I knew was my friend knew he was going to die.  We went to get ice cream one day.  He bought one flavor and I bought another and I wanted to try his.  He said “no” and I just reached over and bit into his ice cream scoop and grinned at him.  Tear began to roll down his face.  I said to him, ”Don’t be such a cry baby.  It’s just ice cream, I will buy you more.”

He just said lowly –“You’re not afraid of me.”  And then I realized what he meant.  I had not been afraid to eat after him.  I grabbed him around the neck and he dropped his cone and began to sob, right there in the middle of the ice cream shop.  Touching him made him cry all the harder. 

I can’t tell you what else was said.  It’s too personal and too vulnerable. What we did do those was stay there for two hours and order a scoop of every flavor of ice cream to try and we shared each scoop.  And people came to sit by us and talk to us because they loved how much fun we were having.  And many of the people hugged BOTH of us as they left, and I know many of them had to see that Danny was sick.  He had the signs.  But for a while, we all forgot that and just remembered we were humans with human abilities to connect and love and frolick.

Danny died a year later. 

 


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