Once upon a Time

This is a tale of a very successful business woman. This Woman is myself. I Will Subtitle this "Once upon a Time". Although I am Now a self educated, Suddenly Disabled American. In fact, I founded the Organization in 2007.  Self Educated;there's a word for that, I think but my brain is ceasing to retrieve it at the moment. When I am speaking or performing, and a sudden wave of Aphasia overwhelms my ability to Prove Just how well; Self taught I am. a new syndrome hits me, that only makes my Comedy performance even more Funny. So, many times as a keynote, guest or as A Headline Speaker, for any cause, I may for lack of a better word, lose the word, although I can describe it to you and giving you hints of all sorts until you spit it out or until my tounge has suddly warmed over with what ever beautiful word, together we were trying to find in my head, its a fun Game give it a Go with any one that has Aphasia.  If I cant get the word, this is what happens; On the tip of my tongue, right on my lips I Will be completely in the Middle of a sentence, And like a person with Tourette syndrome , I will Shot out in capital letters and several exclamation points {i.e.} Garden hose!! Purple Truck! or whatever it was that I was trying to remember! Ugh. and continue speaking on subject strait on task as if nothing ever happened, weird I know, especially when I go back to review the tape and forfot it even happened, There it is on Tape with nervous laughter to follow, it cracks me up as well.This is the way my brain now works. I am a Survivor of an aneurysm bleed to my brain, the parts of my brain that soaked up up unwanted Blood , are now mush. I like to think every worthless thing I Learned in High school and College Thirty years ago, are the Area's that now exist as mush. grey oatmeal brain matter, never to heal. regenerate, Ever it gone all that good Knowledge, from Political Science {Poli Sci}, my Major, Business my Minor. Destroyed, lke when the retaing wall {see right here, I know there is another name for those things, yes, Leavy;s!!r !!!!see warned you!, now you know! I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I like to tell them. During Hurricane Katrina When the "Levy's" did not hold The streets were flooded, as the water snaked through the streets destroying Homes Proof of lives lived in better times Forcing people despreatly to their roof's. I think if my brain as the Astrodome during this time every hopeful person praying for rescue. each person representing a brain cell in the Intracerebral bleed flooding my brain Destroying Removing demoloshing, everything I Learned in the 5th grade, At this point when I go back and review my work, I have so many seriously an extream amount of random Comma's I dont quite a paragraph as well as one I know I can Truly say , to my Kids I Never ever used the Math I learned in ,Primary school through College and on in Business.Honest if you know your formulas and other thngs your accountant will need to settle the books like sales takes, When you creat your invoice in Excel or MS Office you stick to a few tried and true clients. I Swear My Accountan did everything! Payables, Recieables Payroll All taxes applied to each employee.Ok Enough Rambling, The Secret o Starting a business is finding the Perfect Accountant. or payy roll service evin if you are the sole employee. Its Fantastic, meet once a month tp settle the books, She gets paid every one is happy. I will write for you "How to" in another Hub. How it works remains i with a few cells Although,surrounded by Mushy Oatmeal Well Educated now Well Damaged, I am off topic now So I will break these up into 2 Hubs. Because of brain Surgery to remove a Plum sized Clot that was slowly adding all my functions over to ife suport The Severed nerves will continue to grow and meet up kinda like those Emperor Penquins do. they know they belong together Somehow; that before sliced apart DID Someting. I have yet to re gain the use of my left hand and Arm fully.However, I can; just enough; hold my grandchilds tiny hand in my "Lucky Fin" like Nemo! The oldest grand put the two together, another Hub abother night. now in a nut shell. I Love to write, I Love Knowledge, ask my Children, I am nothing with out GOD I am Indeed a Forgiven sinner. Eight years ago, Every Morning going into my walkin Closet before my coffee and after my shower the hardest thing  to do was to decide which Suit to wear. I had a very extensive ward robe;avery expensive wardrobe. I was always pulled together nicely, like I was dressed by a wardrobe desiner on a movie set. All the right accessories, Shoes, my Hair although, Long to my waisCurled and always pulled up during the day. and makeup to perfection, nails manicured Toes Pedicured. Gosh one of my favorite menories of those days was walking into the Master bathroom, as Large as my Master bedroom is now. and inhaling the smell of Ivory Soap waiting for me! One of he truest Quotes I have learned to appreciate is, "You dont know how you miss it until its gone" Well, within the first year of my  recovery, I Donated All my Beatifully tailored Suits to the Womas shelter that I helped build. It was called "A Friends House"  I would Go to the safe House once a month dressed in those same suits, and lecture, to the Victim's of domestic violence. Giving the the success Story of a Teenage Mother that had nothing going for her. The Story of me , Myself and my escape. As I began Donating my old life to these amazing women. I would take a woman I saw to have great potential. Take her under my wing and guide her to the life; of a successful self {err. Gigi taught}  Print Broker, once they had the Broker part down they could choose what it was they wanted to sell. to this day I still get Gifts of food, Flowers Gif Baskets. You name it,there are Brokers out there that I have trained dressed, and let go to use their own wings to fly.  I am very rewarded for the time I have devoted to these Women and their Children. A thank you note ever year at tax time when they write to brag they  finally made it to 5 figures then six figures. I am a proud Mother not only to my own Adult Children. But to those that we so Brave as to escape the torture, mental and physical Abuse of Domestic violence. That is where I started and here I am now. And boy do I have some stories to tell!