The Mystery Plate

A misguided sense of concern may cause us to exclude a loved one from our life’s circumstances.    What a shame for them and for us.   Tracy Marr explalns why in this portion of a blog she allowed me to post several years ago.   I think it bears repeating

GOD RESTORES–THE MYSTERY PLATE

We have all heard the expressions, “he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth’, “this is the hand you’ve been dealt” “Just wipe the slate clean and start over”, “you sure wear a lot of hats” “you carry the world on your shoulders” And the famous “you have too much on your plate”.

Today I have been pondering the mysterious plate. When did each of us receive this plate?

We all, at some point in life, have been told we have “too much on our plate”; we ALL have a plate.

Do we receive it at birth? As a teen? When we hit 21?

Well, I have surmised we each receive our mystery plate at birth.

Where we keep this plate is beyond me; our hands are full with the cards we have been dealt, our mouth is full with the silver spoon (or our foot), the many hats that cover our head;  we carry the “weight of the world on our shoulders”.

All I know is,  some how we carry it with us,  we add to it;  sometimes portions are put on our plate that we did not ask for– lets say divorce of our parents; the death of a family member, or abuse. Someone comes along and drops a portion into our plate.

A spouse and children do not count as a spot on our plate; they are part of the life we live, BUT they can add to spaces on our plate, if we let them, with worry, stress, anger, resentment, pride, jealousy, greed, drug addiction, alcoholism– just to name a few.

If some one we love has problems we can choose to take on their problems, thus adding a portion to our plate.

Then there is work, financial worry, retirement, the broke down car…every thing you can think of, one can add to this plate and often does .

Here is the thing I am not so sure about.  We all get the same kind of plate, but I think when I say plate, 99% of us think of a round object; well, forever, plates were round.

Some may get a silver sturdy plate, some a plate made of china,  corelle or  paper (yea! the paper platers don’t get much of a chance, those things don’t hold up well at all!)

Bear with me I am really going some where with this plate…

What brought this thought to my mind today was, last night was the final straw in 2 years worth of statements, as I found out about different things happening to friends or family who once would have called me right away to ask for prayer or talk ; no longer do I hear it “thru the grapevine”.

I used to be the go to girl, people would call me all the time for advice, for prayer, to talk to about their problems; I enjoyed helping others clean off spots on their plate; I have noticed that people don’t do that any more.

If some one does by chance start to tell me about something that isn’t going right in their life, they will suddenly stop and say, ” Why am I telling you this, like you don’t have “enough on your plate already”!

Let me tell you a little about my birth plate.  It had dents, scratches and cracks from 46 years of crud that started VERY early in  life.

The beginning portions on my plate were placed there by others, over which I had no control.   I was much to young.

But as I grew older,  I added my own crud to the plate, anger, rage, low self-esteem, feeling unworthy, drinking, drugs, bad financial habits and poor choices in relationships, jobs that drove me crazy— the list goes on.

My plate WAS maxed.

I did begin to learn to remove many of those things on my plate when I gave my life to Christ in my late 20’s (I mean really gave it to him not just said the words). But as I said that plate was all kinds of jacked up!

On June 12, 2008 it shattered into a million pieces! 46 years of wear and tear and my plate could not hold up to what was going to be the beginning of a new life.

There was no putting that plate back together.

I was graciously handed a new life plate, a unique plate, not round or square, or triangular, a plate that was so completely different, this plate has no lip around it, made for gently sliding things off.

This plate did come with a few portions on it but it wasn’t full and it still isn’t.

See, this plate brings with it some real eye openers.

Like hey! there is no hate on this plate ,  I DON’T have to scoop it on!

There is no resentment, no anger, no crazy employers, no low self esteem, no feelings of unworthiness, (drugs, drinking and bad money habits were taken off my plate back in my early 20’s); there is a lot of room on this plate!

I as a 46 year old woman get to choose what I want on this plate.

Yes, this new life with TBI can give me reason to scoop my plate HIGH with all kinds of crud, if I want to; OR I can keep praising God for the wonderful gifts, the peace, the new found joy, the freedom from my old plate.

I know this is making no sense, it almost sounds as if I am rejoicing in TBI.

No, what I am rejoicing in is the fact that I HAVE ROOM on my plate.

Do you hear me friends and family?

Don’t leave me out of your lives because you think it will add more stress; don’t not tell me your sorrows because you think I have enough to cry over; don’t keep from me when you get hurt because you think your pain isn’t “as bad as mine”.

I want you to tell me about YOU!

I want to pray for YOU, WITH you I want to be a part of your life and help you.

God has gifted me with a plate so unique, I still do not know how or where I carry this plate; I still wear many hats; I often stick my foot in my mouth; my hands are  busy helping my son or being raised to the Son.

From age 46 to 48 I have learned there is a Well, called God;  I can easily slide stuff I don’t want off this plate into His hands.

There is room for you friends and family.

In some bizarre way, TBI has freed me of so many things; I now understand how absolutely unimportant they are;  I refuse to scoop them onto this new plate.

Every so often something would like to take up residence on this plate; I gently tip it sideways till whatever it is slips off.

I know what I want on my plate.

I see things through a different heart and different eyes now;  I am saving room for you….I won’t let you live on my plate or take on your worries and pain, forever;  but I will let you use a spot;  help you unload some of your stuff.   I will try to help ease your pain; give you good advice; pray with you; then I will gently tip it to the side to let it slide off into the hands of the Master Crafter.

Why the plate? Yesterday I found out my mother, YES MY OWN MOM, who lives barely 5 miles from me, fell at 3am in the morning, hitting her nightstand,  cutting her head open to the point she has 30 stitches and 2 very very black eyes.

No one bothered to call me!

When I called to find out why, the answer….the statement I have heard from friends or family when they haven’t told me something important yet painful… over and over for 2 years now.. Because I felt you had “enough on your  plate”.

TBI is not ON my plate, it is a new way of life.  A life we are facing head on and getting through.

So when you think, ” well lets not burden Tracy with our woes, remember this….my plate is only 2 years old there isn’t much on it. Come on over,  borrow a spot if yours has gotten too full.

           

God Restores: No Tears From Jared

Tracy Marr:a new way of life.

On June 28, 2008 her son, Jared,  was seriously injured in an automobile accident; he lay in a coma for almost a month; other complications manifest themselves.  On July 4, 2008 she was summoned to the hospital to face yet another heart wrenching decision.

Jared could have surgery to remove  hemorrhage damage, which would leave him in a vegetative state for the rest of his life; let things go, he would most likely die in 30-60 days.

What would I like to do? I will wait on God to restore him!

The story of her fight is an incredible  accounting  of a Mother’s determination, and a woman’s  faith;  facing towering mounds of  bureaucratic  red tape, ignoring walls of medical skepticism, she has sought out alternative treatment, which combined with accepted medical practices have produced  miracles.

Today, Tracy and Jared begin a new chapter in this amazing story.  She shares her feelings as she contemplates what is to come.

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From the heart of Tracy Marr

We are moving into a new phase of recovery. Today is Jared’s last day of Physical Therapy; Wednesday is his last ( Neurofeedback) NFB.

Mike ask me “What are you going to do now?”

What am I going to do?

For the first time in over 2 years, I have no clear direction. I will wait on the Lord. He, I am confident, has a plan, at the moment I am not clued in. What I do know is, I am no longer afraid. I am not afraid Jared will not get needed therapy or that he will not reach his full potential.

I have learned everything happens in God’s time, not ours. I knew this prior to Jared’s accident; now I have experienced it; my faith is stronger than ever.

For now, we will get on with life.

Jared is very stable. He needs to fine tune many aspects everyday life; that can only happen when he is allowed to live in  an everyday fashion,.  We could not go for therapy 5 days a week and expect our life to be as we knew it before June 12, 2008.

Jared Marr: I'm no quitter

We will have that opportunity now.

I have found no clear cut pattern for cognitive strengthening for the every day details, What I have noticed, over and over, in my research is “post it notes” “recorders” “alarms”; “write down everything that needs to be done each day all day”.

In this crazy hectic life we have been living, to make sure Jared is recovering, there has been no time to sit down, have him write notes, set alarms for pills or appointments, to write out lists of things he will do each day and at what time. (I am to busy keeping 3 calendars going so I can remember where we are supposed to be and when!) Now we will have time to do just that.

Jared will learn to figure what his days consist of, instead of my telling him.

It is time to loosen the apron strings to see what this boy can really do with out mom telling him every hour, every day. It’s the only way his mind is going to start “getting it”.

It is bittersweet sitting in the rehab room today as Mike takes Jared on several long walks, alone.

I looked at the different pieces of equipment, remembering when Jared used them.
Jared commented about the platform walker ”I remember having to use one of those.”

Mike and I reminisce, remembering when Jared did this or that and how excited we were.

Jared was allowed two weeks of inpatient therapy; December 8, 2008 the time was used.

Mike said to Jared, “Well, Buddy, this is it.”

Up to this point, Jared had shown no emotion; now he began to cry. “Mike doesn’t want to help me, anymore.”

Mike says “To this day I hear those words so clearly; it was a shock to realize Jared knew, or felt back then, some one was letting him go.”

We had to convince him nobody was giving up; he needed to be more alert; then he could come back as an out patient.

World here I come. Jared 7/31/10

A year and a half later we stand in awe of the progress Jared has made.

Mike walks him today, explaining they would have one more visit together and it is done. He asks Jared how he feels about that.

Jared tells him, “It’s ok, I don’t need you anymore.”

Mike knows Jared is comfortable; he understands he is capable of doing all of the things he has learned.

There are no tears from Jared today, just a smile and a strength that outlasted his mother.

Yes, there were tears from me, as there are tonight. Not tears of fear, not tears of wondering, these are tears of joy.

Mike Alaniz - he shared our vision

Jared has defied expectations.

I shed tears knowing, I will miss the comfort of a man who let me know weekly that I was on the right track with Jared and doing the right things.

I wish, I really wish, those who are suppose to know would stop telling TBI patient’s parents, “There is a 2 year window“

That message is so emotionally, physically and spiritually exhausting. “If you don’t get it all in 2 years you won’t get it” is soooo far from the truth.

The brain keeps healing while the caregiver gets burnt out, stressed out, depressed, questioning, “What else can I do?

I knew my son is an over achiever; told to work with him at the first grade level “because that’s where he is” I worked with him at the 5th grade level, Jared would never have tried had I done otherwise, that has never been my kid. He pushes himself hard;  he does what is expected  without giving up.

Every TBI patient is different, yet the same in many ways. He must relearn so many things, some times everything. Each will learn in a different way and at different times. It is about knowing your loved one and working at a pace that challenges but does not  stress.

I will investigate the “spring” (January) semester of college. Jared is enrolled in a couple of classes; he wants to do them online. I am hoping to do one at the college, he needs the association with his peers; he has to learn not to depend on mom.

I am making plans with the understanding, things can change at any given moment. Some new therapy could come along, who knows? God is not finished , Jared is not finished and I am not finished yet.

We are just turning the page starting a new chapter in this journey. I hope this one is as interesting  as the last chapters have been.

This journey certainly keeps me on the edge of my seat wondering what will happen next and giving Glory to God when it does.

Thank you for continuing to journey with us, in prayer, in word and in deed. It means so very much to both Jared and me . I am sure the rest of my kids appreciate your helping me stay somewhat ( I will use that term loosely) sane, as well.

God Restores –“if some one just hold my hand”

“just so u know i can walk now by myself if some one just hold my hand.”

Jared Marr in 2010

Jared Marr’s posting of those words on  Facebook grabbed my heart, my eye filled with tears, as I imagined how his Mom, Tracy, must be feeling as she reads these words.

June 12, 2008 was the fateful morning 18 year old  Jared fell asleep at the wheel coming home from a “Sober Grad” all night event after graduating….

He was air lifted to Fresno Community Center in critical condition with traumatic brain injury, multiple broken bones and fractures to his left side. Tracy was told Jared may not make it through the day.

Jared  was in a coma for almost a month.  About 3 weeks into the  coma  an aneurysm  burst; but it was not caught,  the medical team thought  he just had some rebleeds from areas in his brain that had bled during the initial accident.

On July 4th the family  was called by the Neruologist to come to the hospital as soon as possible; a decision had to be made; Jared could have surgery to remove the hemorrhage, probably   leaving  him in a vegetative state for the rest of his life.   If Tracy decided to let things go, Jared would most likely die in 30-60 days.

Her decision echoed the principle Jared expressed in that Facebook post.  She determined:  We will wait on God to restore him!

That day she set  a course to do whatever was needed to see Jared experience a meaningful life.   She prayed, “Lord, with your holding my handing, keeping  me steady, we will see this through.”

Less than two years later, on May 8, 2010, a group gathered at Oakhurst Community Center, Oakhurst, CA watched as Jared walked across the platform, unassisted, to address the the audience.

I can imagine Tracy feels an invisible squeeze on her hand as he begins to speak.   She can not help but sit in awe that less than 2 years ago, most of the world seem to give up on this young man who has just walked to the stand;  he is speaking to the crowd.

Did she whisper: ” Lord, I knew it would happen, if you held my hand, keeping  me steady along the way.”

I like to think so.

Part of the presentation was this video: TBI – The Story of Jared Marr prepared by Jared’s youngest brother, Nik Marr, and Matt Sconce.

Here are some comments from close friends of Jared and Tracy concerning the video:

You will see lots of footage of hospital type therapy, but know that his mother did a TON at home before he would be accepted to any rehab hospital.

Pay attention to the message about drowsy driving!

Jared’s heartwarming post made May 10, 2010:

Jared's wonderful team, missing Malcolm. They believed!

Jared Marr just so u know i can walk now by myself if some one just hold my hand plus i like friends to hang out with.

Jared, oh Jared! what a beautiful phrase ” i can walk now by myself if some one just hold my hand.”

We hold your hand, figuratively, in support; looking forward to the day you walk and throw both arms in the air at the same time, shouting

“Look!! the world said I wouldn’t, but my Mom screamed back:

“With God’s help HE WILL!!”     She held my hand all along the way.

HERE I AM WORLD!!   HERE I AM!!”

God Restores–The Mystery Plate

On June 28, 2008 her son, Jared,  was seriously injured in an automobile accident; he lay in a coma for almost a month; other complications manifest themselves.  On July 4, 2008 she was summoned to the hospital to face yet another heart wrenching decision.

Jared could have surgery to remove  hemorrhage damage, which would leave him in a vegetative state for the rest of his life; let things go, he would most likely die in 30-60 days.

What would I like to do? I will wait on God to restore him!

Traci Marr: TBI is not ON my plate, it is a new way of life.

The story of her fight is an incredible  accounting  of a Mother’s determination, and a woman’s  faith;  facing towering mounds of  bureaucratic  red tape, ignoring walls of medical skepticism, she has sought out alternative treatment, which combined with accepted medical practices have produced  miracles. (Today he is able to walk unassisted!!)

Traci has agreed to allow me to use parts of her story.  I hope you will be as inspired as I am by what is happening.    I am labeling her blogs as GOD RESTORES.

This blog addresses an issue that we all need to see from a personal point of view.  It invites us to look at  OUR reactions to the new life TBI persons and their families live.

Are we excluding them from life out of  misplaced feelings of concern?

Both Debbie Brewer, another Mother of a TBI person, and Traci say: “Yes!”

“We want to be a part of your life.   We want you to be a part of ours.”

Debbie C Brewer:"Bravo!!"

( Debbie C. Brewer) I’m giving you a standing ovation right now!!! Woo Hoo!! **Whistling**

God created me VERY social (also kind of shy and selective, go figure) and the being left out because I have “too much on my plate” has been the hardest thing to get used to.

The best is “I didn’t call because I figured your phone was ringing off the hook.” Well, everyone must be figuring that because it was a very quiet day and I would have desperately loved to talk.

Please post this to a blog! I am convinced now more than ever that God set us up as siblings and placed us on opposite sides of the country (I guess to balance things out!).

Love you Westie!! Thank you for this comforting, connecting God-hug!

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We have all heard the expressions, “he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth’, “this is the hand you’ve been dealt” “Just wipe the slate clean and start over”, “you sure wear a lot of hats” “you carry the world on your shoulders” And the famous “you have to much on your plate”.

Today I have been pondering the mysterious plate. When did each of us receive this plate?

We all, at some point in life, have been told we have “to much on our plate”; we ALL have a plate.

Do we receive it at birth? As a teen? When we hit 21?

Well, I have surmised we each receive our mystery plate at birth.

Where we keep this plate is beyond me; our hands are full with the cards we have been dealt, our mouth is full with the silver spoon (or our foot), the many hats that cover our head;  we carry the “weight of the world on our shoulders”.

All I know is,  some how we carry it with us,  we add to it;  sometimes portions are put on our plate that we did not ask for– lets say divorce of our parents; the death of a family member, or abuse. Someone comes along and drops a portion into our plate.

A spouse and children do not count as a spot on our plate; they are part of the life we live, BUT they can add to spaces on our plate, if we let them, with worry, stress, anger, resentment, pride, jealousy, greed, drug addiction, alcoholism– just to name a few.

If some one we love has problems we can choose to take on their problems, thus adding a portion to our plate.

Then there is work, financial worry, retirement, the broke down car…every thing you can think of, one can add to this plate and often does .

Here is the thing I am not so sure about.  We all get the same kind of plate, but I think when I say plate, 99% of us think of a round object; well, forever, plates were round.

Some may get a silver sturdy plate, some a plate made of china,  corelle or  paper (yea! the paper platers don’t get much of a chance, those things don’t hold up well at all!)

Bear with me I am really going some where with this plate…

What brought this thought to my mind today was, last night was the final straw in 2 years worth of statements, as I found out about different things happening to friends or family who once would have called me right away to ask for prayer or talk ; no longer do I hear it “thru the grapevine”.

I used to be the go to girl, people would call me all the time for advice, for prayer, to talk to about their problems; I enjoyed helping others clean off spots on their plate; I have noticed that people don’t do that any more.

If some one does by chance start to tell me about something that isn’t going right in their life, they will suddenly stop and say, ” Why am I telling you this, like you don’t have “enough on your plate already”!

Let me tell you a little about my birth plate.  It had dents, scratches and cracks from 46 years of crud that started VERY early in  life.

The beginning portions on my plate were placed there by others, over which I had no control.   I was much to young.

But as I grew older,  I added my own crud to the plate, anger, rage, low self-esteem, feeling unworthy, drinking, drugs, bad financial habits and poor choices in relationships, jobs that drove me crazy— the list goes on.

My plate WAS maxed.

I did begin to learn to remove many of those things on my plate when I gave my life to Christ in my late 20’s (I mean really gave it to him not just said the words). But as I said that plate was all kinds of jacked up!

On June 12, 2008 it shattered into a million pieces! 46 years of wear and tear and my plate could not hold up to what was going to be the beginning of a new life.

There was no putting that plate back together.

I was graciously handed a new life plate, a unique plate, not round or square, or triangular, a plate that was so completely different, this plate has no lip around it, made for gently sliding things off.

This plate did come with a few portions on it but it wasn’t full and it still isn’t.

See, this plate brings with it some real eye openers.

Like hey! there is no hate on this plate ,  I DON’T have to scoop it on!

There is no resentment, no anger, no crazy employers, no low self esteem, no feelings of unworthiness, (drugs, drinking and bad money habits were taken off my plate back in my early 20’s); there is a lot of room on this plate!

I as a 46 year old woman get to choose what I want on this plate.

Yes, this new life with TBI can give me reason to scoop my plate HIGH with all kinds of crud, if I want to; OR I can keep praising God for the wonderful gifts, the peace, the new found joy, the freedom from my old plate.

I know this is making no sense, it almost sounds as if I am rejoicing in TBI.

No, what I am rejoicing in is the fact that I HAVE ROOM on my plate.

Do you hear me friends and family?

Don’t leave me out of your lives because you think it will add more stress; don’t not tell me your sorrows because you think I have enough to cry over; don’t keep from me when you get hurt because you think your pain isn’t “as bad as mine”.

I want you to tell me about YOU!

I want to pray for YOU, WITH you I want to be a part of your life and help you.

God has gifted me with a plate so unique, I still do not know how or where I carry this plate; I still wear many hats; I often stick my foot in my mouth; my hands are  busy helping my son or being raised to the Son.

From age 46 to 48 I have learned there is a Well, called God;  I can easily slide stuff I don’t want off this plate into His hands.

There is room for you friends and family.

In some bizarre way, TBI has freed me of so many things; I now understand how absolutely unimportant they are;  I refuse to scoop them onto this new plate.

Every so often something would like to take up residence on this plate; I gently tip it sideways till whatever it is slips off.

I know what I want on my plate.

I see things through a different heart and different eyes now;  I am saving room for you….I won’t let you live on my plate or take on your worries and pain, forever;  but I will let you use a spot;  help you unload some of your stuff.   I will try to help ease your pain; give you good advice; pray with you; then I will gently tip it to the side to let it slide off into the hands of the Master Crafter.

Why the plate? Yesterday I found out my mother, YES MY OWN MOM, who lives barely 5 miles from me, fell at 3am in the morning, hitting her nightstand,  cutting her head open to the point she has 30 stitches and 2 very very black eyes.

No one bothered to call me!

When I called to find out why, the answer….the statement I have heard from friends or family when they haven’t told me something important yet painful… over and over for 2 years now.. Because I felt you had “enough on your  plate”.

TBI is not ON my plate, it is a new way of life.  A life we are facing head on and getting through.

So when you think, ” well lets not burden Tracy with our woes, remember this….my plate is only 2 years old there isn’t much on it. Come on over,  borrow a spot if yours has gotten to full.

Please keep my mother, Sandy, in your prayers.  She is insulin diabetic ( they don’t always heal quickly);  I am praying for a quick recovery for her.

And yes,  I gave her the 3rd degree about looking for signs of head injury.   The Doctor at the ER did not feel she needed a scan done.

God Restores: This Is A Sleeping Brain?

Tracy Marr refuses to take "No" for an answer

On June 28, 2008 her son, Jared,  was seriously injured in an automobile accident; he lay in a coma for almost a month; other complications manifest themselves.  On July 4, 2008 she was summoned to the hospital to face yet another heart wrenching decision.

Jared could have surgery to remove  hemorrhage damage, which would leave him in a vegetative state for the rest of his life; let things go, he would most likely die in 30-60 days.

What would I like to do? I will wait on God to restore him!

The story of her fight is an incredible  accounting  of a Mother’s determination, and a woman’s  faith;  facing towering mounds of  bureaucratic  red tape, ignoring walls of medical skepticism, she has sought out alternative treatment, which combined with accepted medical practices have produced  miracles.

Tracy has agreed to allow me to use parts of her story.  I hope you will be as inspired as I am by what is happening.    I am labeling her blogs as GOD RESTORES:

This Is A Sleeping Brain?

Tracy Marr

At the exit on my way home,there is man standing on the side of the road holding a sign,” Homeless vet, please help.”  I can not  tell you the number of times I have seen this man.

Today, I looked at him and began to cry. It hit me, this could be Jared.

People do not  realize there are  alot of those men and women out there– yea, they drink,  they do drugs.

You want to know why?

A lot of them have a undiagosed, or improperly treated brain injury; they did not  have someone, in their corner, constantly looking for a way to make life livable.  They do the only thing they can do, dilute the deluge of demons racing through their minds.   Minds,  they don’t know how to fix; they medicate to keep the demons at bay.

What made me cry, as I looked at this man, today? Because I could not help this man; giving him money  feeds his addiction; I have no food with me.

I KNOW there is help,  mostly unattainable.  Lack of finances or a medical system that says: “Sorry we do not  consider this (or that) a medical treatment; it has not been approved by the government!”

Forget Jared  is a walking, living, breathing proof things work. My heart is so broken I want to put him in my car;  take him to all the DC’s Jared sees and say fix him.

The sad  truth is most (Tramatic Brain Injuries) TBI’s who do not  get proper care will become addicted to alcohol or drugs to medicate the fog they now call their brain.

Problem is, alcohol or drugs no longer affect the brain as they did when the brain functioned well.    A once “gentle alcoholic”  becomes a raving, violent manic; a damaged brain does not absorb the alcohol or drug the same way.

You would be surprised at the people you may know who have a brain injury; they range from very mild to catastrophic.  Jared’s injury is categorized as catastrophic. Why do I mention this?

Because today God showed me something so amazing I do not know what to do with myself!!

We got to (Neuro Integration Therapy) NIT; got Jared  hooked  to the computer with a video to watch as the (Neuro Integration Therapy)  NIT machine graphs his brain movement.  I am watching the machine and notice the very top color yellow barely moving;  I ask about it.   She says, “Yea, his brain is sleeping; we need to get that moving.”   (Keep in mind, Jared is wide awake, watching the movie.)

We step outside the room; Beth showed me the graph that has come back from the neurologist.  There were 4 sets of 3 bars ( 4 being the lobe areas mapped, frontal, occipital , parietal and I can’t remember (nice huh).  All 4 have this very long white bar; I am excited!

“Oh, look how good he is doing in all 4 lobes!”

“Tracy, that isn’t good. That is Jared’s brain while he is awake; that bar says his brain is asleep…next bar, pink  with very little bit of white at the bottom  ..the pink is normal function, shows how much Jared’s brain is functioning.”

“Ok, wait let me get his right.  According to this map, my son’s brain is barely functioning; and is SLEEPING while he is wide awake??”

“Well, that’s what the graph says.”

“Ok, but I don’t care what the graph says,  look at him.   How are you going to say he is not functioning; his brain is “sleeping”?

She says, ” I am NOT going to say that; I am going to say, ‘ what you have on your hands is a Miracle.'”

Ok, now  I am on board with that!

She informs me that the  Doctor is not going to charge me anything for any of Jared’s NIT or further maps, because she wants to see the testimony that will come out of this!!!

( I get the feeling that the neurologist maybe was not so positive about a good outcome; but then,  this neurologist has never met my Miracle son).  The protocol is 10 rounds on the 4 lobes;  40 sessions and remap; then we will see about more.

After a very long day of therapies, this is a “sleeping” brain???

“Sleeping,” as in should not be functioning, should still be in a bed? “Sleeping” as in, don’t hold out much hope???

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, sorry this, my warrior friends, is the brain of a young man GOD has a plan for, no matter what graphs, maps or neurologists say!!

I am sorry, I might be being a bit smug here,  you all know Jared has had pretty harsh schedules for a while. Yet,his brain is “sleeping”!!?

I am sorry, I can not quit laughing.  What, the heck,  would he be doing if it was “awake”!

Jared Marr blessed with a mother who won't hear "No"

I am not saying he does not get tired;  I get tired keeping up with him;  I do not  have a brain injury ( I know, I know, disputable).  God is just so AWESOME!!

The promise from God is :“For I know the Plans that I have for you, declares the Lord, Plans to prosper you and not harm you. Plans to give you HOPE and a FUTURE!” (Jeremiah 29:11)

I say “YES AND AMEN”  I have held on to this truth from day one; God has so clearly shown me today– EYES UP, HEAD UP, HANDS UP.   It is all HIM!!