Some memories stay with you long after the real event. I dedicate this one to a friend and colleague for many years. David Moore was a gentle and kind soul. He has been gone a week but it seems longer. Davey as we knew him would appreciate the humor in this one. I have never seen Davey on a down day. We both worked at the WOUB transmitter at one time or another. Everyone loves a mystery and I was often asked about how did I get in the transmitter without my keys? I’m 5 foot tall and the lowest window was 6 feet off the ground. A transmitter was usually built high on a hill and as far back on a deserted road as possible. My sister had dropped me off and as soon as she left I had that feeling when something bad is moments away. KEYS! I looked for the keys and kept coming up empty. It was early in my career and light years before cell phones. The situation looked bleak. Panic was rearing its ugly head and then I stopped and thought about the situation. I needed to sign on so everyone could receive their Radio and Television. People were counting on me. My keys were obviously at home and the transmitter door was locked. The window was too high to reach. My options were running out fast. I took responsibility very seriously so I would get in that building one way or another. I started to walk around looking for anything that could reach the window. The only thing that looked promising was a square wooden block covering a hole on the lower area of the building. Attached to the block on all four sides was about three inches of wood. I thought that if I leaned the block up against the wall by the window, I might be able to climb on the wood ledge. I dragged the heavy block up the hill to the window and very carefully climbed on the ledge of the wood. I hoped it would be strong enough to stand on without collapsing. I also hoped that the window wasn’t locked. What I found was another challenge. The next challenge was a three rectangular paned window that had to be manually cranked open from the inside. OK, I thought now what do I do? Walking out of there was not an option. I needed a plan B. I remembered that I had a pocket knife in my purse; the engineer in me. I climbed down, retrieved the knife and climbed back up on the wood. There was a rubber seal around the window and I used the pocket knife to pry the rubber loose. Then I removed the glass from the window cranking the window open as far as it would go. So far so good; however the only way to get into the window was to hold onto the bottom of the window frame and climb up the side of the brick wall feet first. Then I had to slide in on my back through the small opening under the window frame. Once I was inside of the building, sign on was only 10 minutes late! I replaced the rubber seal around the window and restored the window to its original condition. My boss said he would have sold tickets to watch me get into the transmitter. He laughed and laughed and laughed! To this day, people still want to know the real story of how I got into the building. I am very thankful that I didn’t let people down. They were depending on me. The moral of the story, NEVER SAY NEVER, NEVER GIVE UP, AND NEVER FORGET YOUR KEYS!
“Charity Grace is a wonderful positive example of Down Syndrome. Charity`s Mother Susan Biery writes that “No two people learn things in the same way or at the same speed. We each have things that we can do easily and things that we find hard and need more help”. For example…Charity has her own outlook on life; “I am brave, I am thoughtful, I love Holidays”, “I love unconditionally”, “My laugh is infectious”, “I`m a big sister”, “I love dolls and Merry Go Rounds”, “Without Rain there could be NO RAINBOWS”! My first blog introduced my grandson David Mullineaux. My intent was to show what Special Needs families go through daily. When I saw Chariety`s video, I fell in love with her positive outlook on life. David was our angel and he taught us by example how to really love and be grateful. One beautiful Spring day my granddaughter Ashley and my grandson David came to spend the night with their Grammy. I lived on the other side of Harper`s Ferry. We often went adventuring on the path to Harper’s Ferry. Ashley took her bike and David was in his stroller. This particular day, Ashley’s chain broke and my only tool just happened to be a rock! It took forever to get to the bridge and climb the steps. The train ran parallel to the pedestrian side. This was David’s favorite. He couldn’t hear but he could feel the powerful vibrations of the train coming down the track. As we walked across the bridge, David ran his little hand across the chain link fence. David laughed so hard. Like Charity said, “Laughter is infectious.” Ashley, David and I laughed so hard tears ran down our cheeks. There are so many moments like these that always remind me about how precious life is.