


…And now I better get to finish reading it! It’s a great book, especially for me, who is a little without direction…
But at least I know what to do, after I finish writing/ babysitting/ caregiving- I am a great caregiver and I plan to return to that once I am done with my other responsibilities. Although as my friend reminds me, I do have many other responsibilities other than working in a traditional day to day job (which is extremely stressful). I am very active at my church,
I am a writer, I am a TBI advocate, I am a wife, I am a babysitter and caregiver, a mother to a precious fur baby, CHAZZ!
As taken from the Longwood University Alumni & Friends website:

“Oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god,” were the only words that were coming out of my mouth. As soon as I came out of the doors, my hand flew up to my face in disbelief, dropping my cane and sinking to the floor. This is not something that happens in real life, they must be shooting a movie.
Like a surreal bad dream, I couldn’t move, even if I tried I’d be too unsteady to even walk without the use of my cane. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for this to pass over. We should have known something was up when out the window we kept hearing the wailing of fire engines and the racing lights, but actually seeing the buildings up in flames in combination with all the other stimulation would be enough to make anyone’s head spin. And it was my dorm, my part of the campus.
April 24th, 2001, when all the assigned papers and projects are due for the classes. I was so behind in studying, and writing papers; I had hit a writing block, so I decided to go to Lancer gym, to work out the frustrations. Upon walking across campus back ‘home’ (to my dorm room in South Ruffner) I was a big sweaty mess, having just worked out on top of the 3 week long heat spell that had been going on in Farmville, VA. It had been so dry, not raining in many weeks and was hot, even in the evenings.
Friends were going to a bible study, in Frazer Hall, and saw me approaching. Even though I had many assignments due, and gave excuses, (“I need a shower”, “no Bible with me”) they relented until I consented. You only go to college once, right? It was our last Bible study session until school let out, and all of the girls in the small group had become really close.
The Bible study session was pretty much a reflective session on the year, where we all shared important scriptures that stood out to us. We took an extremely long time praying, and kept on hearing the sirens of firetrucks passing by Frazer, not even thinking to look what was happening outside, but just continuing to praying about the firetrucks and who they were helping.
Finally exiting Frazer, ten minutes later, we saw my dorm building, South Ruffner, and the three neighboring buildings on FIRE! I don’t mean just a little fire, literally everything was up in flames. The fire had spread incredibly quickly and it was so hot outside that everything seemed to be ablaze.
Looking like a scene in a Terminator movie, it was incredible to see; I couldn’t believe this was the building where I live – my things were inside! As soon as we exited Frazer, out of the sliding glass doors, we saw everyone. All of the people standing on the steps, just watching the oldest buildings on campus as they were burning.
The over 150 year old ‘heart’ of our school was up in flames.
Danielle Karst ’05
I know it’s selfish, but the part that was the worst for me was that it was MY part of the school, my home, where I lived for so many months. The part of campus with which I was so familiar, I lived in South Ruffner, the freshmen female dorm building. The Great Fire destroyed West and Main Ruffner, as well as Grainger Hall, plus the fire on the top floor of South Ruffner, the dorm where I resided. However, the students living in the Colonnades (which included the original dorm buildings Hull and Tabb) were not allowed back into the building (duh, because they were on FIRE) and since I was living in South Ruffner and it was on fire, I was one of the students who could not get back in.
Here I was, a mess having just worked out, having a panic attack, and I was carried away by a friend – the students had to keep moving back, away from the fire.
Danielle Karst ’05
It was 12:30AM when I returned to campus in a friend’s room on campus. I was a big sweaty mess who smelled like smoke, I had to take a shower. The fire was still blazing, I don’t even know when it was finally extinguished, and where was my cane? A whole classroom building had burned to the floor, some students (like me) weren’t allowed back into their rooms; the administrators had no choice but to cancel the end of the year finals. We were left with the grades we had at at our interim review, and sent us all home. It’s a good thing, because I performed a lot better during the first half of the semester.
– See more at: http://www.longwood.edu/alumni/articles/2017/one-heck-of-a-hot-day/#sthash.O4b0Pf68.dpuf
But what is God’s path for me?

Anyone have any answers? (I’m really wondering; this is not just a rhetorical question) Let me create a list:

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Never give up on something you really want. It’s difficult to wait, but worse to regret. – UnknownPeace out
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Trevor the Otter says so.

I love it, because that’s the time of day I actually wonderfulwalk outdoors and admire God’s beauty.
Just walking through the neighborhood
I am so grateful for the opportunity to walk this great neighborhood, admire nature in all it’s beauty
and
just
breathe
As Icabod Crane reminds me:
It is seeing images as this to remind me to get myself BACK ON TASK, and to do a lot less talking, AND A LITTLE MORE ACTION.
I have a good friend, who is a life coach, and is about to have a book that she wrote published. She’s trying to help people (LIKE ME) find their purpose, and I need to find mine, after something life altering happened to me [ie…a car accident resulting in a traumatic brain injury]. Although it’s not like I need to RE-PURPOSE, because I was so young and still in high school, I didn’t ever figure out what I was doing. The nursing home was a good place to start for me, although I was not aware that it would be so physically challenging. Maybe I’ll revisit that option after I try something different.
Well it sounds just exactly she’s talking about me! When she asked me if I could do anything I desired, without fear, what would it be? It took me a while, but I remembered what else I’m passionate about: dog rescue. Money automatically gets taken out of my bank account monthly to be donated to the ASPCA.
She suggested I think about volunteering at an animal shelter. I contacted a woman whose mother was a resident at my nursing home a few years ago, who I knew was a prominent figure in the dog rescue and always ends up fostering dogs. She told me that an orgainization to go to to help is the Fairfax County Animal Shelter. (Which I was already thinking about since my good friend goes there and volunteers with the bunnies)

Last night I looked on the website, which said they are currently not looking for any volunteers, but referred to a facebook page where they will post the positions that are available to volunteer. The only thing that makes me nervous is that this is not based on what I continued my education, my major at Longwood University was Therapeutic Recreation. But there are different types of animal therapy, that are very beneficial for all sorts of populations. Children and people of all ages benefit from animal therapy.
My friend also has suggested that I try volunteering at Fairfax hospital, where I was in the Intensive Care Unit after my car accident 20 years ago. You can volunteer to talk to patients in a trauma unit, and there is also a group of people who speak with different groups of people wanting to learn about the traumatic events that happened, and the injury resulting in order to better work with patients like us. That seems gratifying to me.
I need to get involved with something I am passionate about. I already have a part time job, writing for Longwood University, and I am working on spreading traumatic brain injury awareness through my personal blog, and working on a memoir- or a “memoir” in quotations; there is always seems to be something that becomes a more urgent matter in the nearsight view. It’s like memoir, ya, someday… Until then I’m keeping myself busy with church obligations, babysitting for my neighbors and caregiving. Plus I like to stay in shape by walking Chazz.

Chazz the dog. My own sort of pet therapy, who is a true member of my family.
#3 Surround Yourself with people you love and respect.
productivity
[proh-duhk-tiv-i-tee, prod-uhk‐]noun 1.the quality, state, or fact of being able to generate, create, enhance, or bring forth goods and services
question today. BTW, I love this book and study thus far, it helps you to self examine motives for wasting your time or questioning s true purpose. The question that intrigued me today is asking if we feel like we have a purpose; I NOW feel like I was put on this earth for a purpose, to give others hints on succeeding even with an injury that makes everything difficult. I have overcome, and I can use my experiences to help others succeed as well.
to go to breakfast, and I never like to miss out on a social excursion. Besides, breakfast is the most fabulous meal of the day! We go to First Watch with her two little guys that I babysit,