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That’s The Power Of A Story…

Friday night.  Doesn’t everyone love Friday night?  The end of the business week and the beginning of a short period of relaxation and do-whatever-you-want-ing.  As you know, this was a rough week for me.  I am glad that it’s over, and I am looking forward to a fun and peaceful weekend.  My daughter has a soccer game tomorrow.  We’re celebrating my father-in-law’s birthday on Sunday.  Monday is Columbus Day, adding another day to the weekend.  I’m just looking forward to some “down time” with the people I love.

I called the Assault Squad at the Kansas City Police Department again this morning.  The detective I spoke to said, “No one has been assigned your case, so I just assigned it to myself.”  We talked, and he was great.  What he said was a little different than what Officer Hamlett told me yesterday.  My detective told me that once he received the information report from the Overland Park Police Department, he would issue a summons and send it to her home.  A court date would be set “about a month out” (his words), and I could expect to see my summons in one to two months (!!!).  I wish I’d asked him about the differences in what he said and what Officer Hamlett said.  So much for my grandiose vision of her being arrested (and embarrassed!) at work in front of all her coworkers.  (I was actually hoping for a little dose of humility and shame, and hoped that maybe that would knock her down a few pegs.  Ah well.)  My detective told me that if she didn’t show up, they’d issue a bench warrant for her arrest.  He told me to call him back Monday because he was scheduled to be in court all day today and wouldn’t have a chance to get to my case.  To my surprise, he called me a few hours later and told me that he had received the report from Overland Park, and that he had issued her the summons (in the mail, I guess?)  My boss and husband and I were trying to figure out why she’d get her summons so quickly and I’d have to wait one to two months (so much for this being a quick process!) for mine.  We’re guessing (purely guessing…please correct us if we’re wrong) that she gets more time because she needs to hire an attorney and make the decision if she wants to go before the judge in the courtroom or plead it out.  So now, we wait.  I was scared senseless that I was going to bump in to her tonight at the bus stop.  Boss #1 is confident that she’ll keep her word and take the later buses.  Maybe having been held and questioned by the police (and, presumably, told that I was considering pressing charges) scared her enough to keep away.  I hope so, but really, that’s not good enough.  I want her behavior to change.  Oh well, one step at a time, I guess.  Again, many, many thanks from the bottom of my heart to all of you for being on Team Jen…for listening (er, reading) and cheering me on.  For saying that you’re proud of me.  (THAT feels so good.  Not even kidding.)  Bullies only thrive in a climate of shame and fear.  I wish I was truly as brave as you wonderful people give me credit for being.  But I will tell you this, your support makes it a lot easier to stand tall.  Thank you.

OK…so I am behind on sharing with you my love of Kevin S. Kaiser’s amazing e-book, “@Wrimo: A 30-Day Survival Guide for Writers.”  I owe you two musings tonight about this inspirational little guide to keeping NaNoWriMo participants moving through the month of November.  Here’s the first:

“If you choose silence, no one will speak up for you because no one can.”

Wow.  Pretty prophetic in light of everything that happened this week, eh?  What I absolutely love about this little (but very meaningful) phrase is that it reaches inside my heart and pushes me forward whenever my worries about participating in NaNoWriMo seem heavy.  I can allow my doubts to keep me from trying something I desperately want to experience, or I can take that leap of faith and give it my all.  If I don’t, no one will do it for me.  No one can do it for me.  The story inside me is mine and mine alone.  The only way to make it our story is for me to share it with you.  And I can’t do that if I let fear hold me back and keep me from giving this the very best of me.

The second amazing piece of inspiration I wanted to share from Kevin’s book with you tonight is just absolutely beautiful.  It’s an absolute truth about life that, I imagine, people don’t stop and think about very often:

“We owe it to each other to tell stories.”

Think about it for a second.  Don’t we grow exponentially as people by interacting with others?  If we leave our hearts open to the experience, every interaction with another human being can make us in some shape or form smarter or stronger than we were before.  How sad it is to me that some people don’t see the world this way.  They hide their eyes from the sun and fail to see the richness we all have, and in so doing, prevent themselves from ever expanding in their thoughts or their ideas or their spirits.  Keep your eyes and your heart open, and the stories of others can illuminate and give new direction to your life.  They can help you to learn something.  To feel something.  To find something new.  To grow in a relationship.  To take a leap of faith.  That’s the power of a story.  My life takes a different…a better and a stronger shape because of your story.  What a beautiful gift we give one another.

More tomorrow.  Love to all of you.  Thank you again for sharing in my story.


  1. […] I spoke to my detective at the Kansas City Assault Squad last Friday.  (Need a refresher?  Click here.)  He told me that he had issued the summons to the woman who battered me on Friday morning.  I […]

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