Yes. My name is m a r n a: Thoughtful Gift

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Thoughtful Gift

I received the most thoughtful gift today from Angela Tallent from the County Clerk's office. Angela came over and apologized for thinking I was on a cruise and not knowing I'd had surgery a few weeks ago and am still dealing with complications.

Angela had made for me a Nashville Predators bag by hand. So thoughtful. Thoughtful in that she gave me a gift. Even more thoughtful that she took the time to make it special to me. She remembered I love hockey and the Nashville Predators. She just didn't pick up a gift or flowers but was thoughtful enough to make something related to a passion of mine.

Thanks Angela. I will always remember and be reminded of your kindness toward me when I carry the bag.

2 comments:

LynetteJanuary 7, 2014 at 11:20 PM
How sweet of her!
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Yes. My name is m a r n a. Not Myrna, Marta, Marva, Merna, Myra, Murna, and so on. (Although many call me Marnie and I like that one.) As an extremely shy child I hated my name. The first day of the school year was torture for me as most of the teachers could never pronounce my name. By high school, much to my secret delight, my classmates began correcting the teacher the first time it was flubbed up, often spelling it out during that first roll call. I think they had figured out I was too shy to do so. Overly attached to my mother I missed a lot of school until 9th grade, where I was scared of the Vice Principle and no longer complained of stomach aches. In the third grade my mother told me once the teacher asked if my middle name was "Stephanie". My mother said, "No". Seems I had started writing Stephanie on my schoolwork. My teacher continued to let me do so, which only last a few days. It's a miracle I have a master's degree after all my problems with school phobia. My mother is now in Heaven, no doubt, looking down on me in amazement. One of her biggest fears was I would not attend college. Here's to you momma. So sorry I grieved you so many mornings before school and so many afternoons with phone calls of "stomach aches". <><

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