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Call the Plumber!
July 31, 2014, 11:30 am
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A long, long time ago…if I tell you how long ago, you would think I’m too young to have had the experience I did, so let’s just go with a long, long time ago.  Because it was so long ago, some of the words might be slightly different, but the story is the same.  I managed a 36 unit apartment complex.  One of my tenants had a clogged toilet.  I called my maintenance guy, Paul,  who showed up at my door about 30 minutes later.  He had already tried a plunger, then the snake. There was something SOLID the snake wouldn’t go past.  He said it was beyond his scope of expertise and asked me to call the plumber. 

I had to get approval from my property manager before calling anyone outside of Paul or myself to fix things.  Since I didn’t want the tenants using my bathroom, I was glad she answered and approved.  There was only one plumbing company that would do a purchase order for us, allowing the owners in British Columbia to send them money instead of giving me access to their business account.  I called the plumber.  They were very PROMPT!  The plumber showed up in less than 30 minutes.  Again, I kept hoping the tenants could hold it. 

Less than 10 minutes later, there was a knock on my door.  It was the plumber.  He was slowly shaking his head back and forth. I asked him what the problem was.

He said “I don’t know.  I didn’t get that far.  There won’t be any charge.  I’m out.”   He turned and walked away. 

“What happened?”  

He said “That bathroom ain’t big enough for the both of us.  I’m done.” 

I had no idea what had just happened.  I called the property manager and told her what was going on.  Since there were no other plumbing companies, she told me to call Paul back.  I had to go talk to the tenants and tell them we were going to remove the toilet to try to remove the obstacle.  If whatever it was couldn’t be removed, we would break the toilet to further investigate.  If it was biological in nature, the apartment complex would pay for the new toilet. If it was jammed with something that hadn’t come out of their body, they would have to pay for it. 

That’s where the wording might have come up in a lawsuit over who was going to pay for the toilet. 

For a little background.  I had been brought up in a southern Baptist home, sheltered from most of the world.  I was barely old enough to drink and hadn’t experienced much of the “real” world.

Paul and I went to the unit.  One of the tenants, a six foot four inch tall – 180 pound dude, opened the door.  He was wearing a white sheer woman’s nightgown.  I hadn’t noticed how beautifully he had done his makeup yet, because he had the biggest hard on I had EVER seen, protruding thru his nightie.  No f’n wonder the plumber didn’t stay!  I have no idea what, if any conversation had taken place. 

He said “Excuse me” in a voice you might expect from a tall skinny dude wearing more makeup than I had ever worn, slouched over as if to appear shorter with his penis standing at attention. 

He grabbed a robe.  We told him the plan.  He wasn’t the tenant on the lease, but agreed to pay for the toilet.  He didn’t complain about anything.  He acted like he didn’t want his roommate to find out. I was afraid of what we were going to find. 

I told Paul I was going back to my apartment and asked him to yell up when I needed to meet him at the dumpster.  I sat on my deck, wondering what I had gotten myself into.  I know there are always going to be surprises left out of a job description, but this was WAY more than I had expected!  It wasn’t long when I heard Paul laughing and yelling “Susan”.  I went to the dumpster to meet him.  He had broken the base of the toilet to reveal a phallic shaped pink “Tickle” deodorant.  Google images if you don’t know what it is. 

Even with my sheltered background, it didn’t take me long to figure it out.  YUK!!!  Too many visuals went thru my head as to HOW it happened and WHY the toilet got flushed. 

I drove Paul to the hardware store to pick up a new toilet with the cash the tenant had already given us.  He went on to tell me the guy was playing with himself when he was there the first time.  When Paul didn’t respond, he started putting on make up.  I’m not sure what shocked me more, what the tenant was doing or the fact that Paul failed to mention it. 

We laughed about it most of the day.  I still laugh every time I think about it. 


Love, gratitude and blessings











What is he thinking?
July 11, 2014, 12:48 am
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Do you ever wish you KNEW, without a shred of doubt, what someone was thinking? I mean really know! So many times in my past, people said things to me they didn’t really mean. Who knows, maybe they thought they meant it, but their actions showed otherwise.

Or, that feeling you get in your gut when you think someone is lying to you. Many years ago, I decided to trust that feeling. It’s no longer about me thinking it’s telling me something, but KNOWING it’s telling me something. Something I need to pay attention to. Sometimes I consider it bad, sometimes I consider it good.

Whether it’s at work, in business, relationships or doing what we do… Trust that feeling. Listen to it, ask what it’s trying to show you. Do whatever you need to do to get the outcome you desire.  superman-wonder-woman

Sometimes, that feeling…even though no words were spoken…can be the most amazingly beautiful, love filled, more so – indescribable feeling you’ve ever felt. The “bad” feelings push me to get stronger and overcome, while the “good” ones allow me to blossom, being more of what I came here to be.

Love, gratitude and blessings,

07/07/14 – The luckiest day of my life…so far…
July 8, 2014, 12:58 am
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Below this post is the short story from 07/07/07. As twisted as it sounds, it was the luckiest day of the year. Today is the 7 year anniversary of the worst accident I’ve ever had. I hope the worst accident of my life.  I felt my back break.  I knew I was hurt bad.  Several nurses in the emergency room commented that I’d probably never walk again after they saw the CT scan.  The diagnosis on the CT scan says L1 Burst fracture with retropulsed fragment.  I would have to wait 3 days for the surgery because they didn’t have the drill they needed to install the screws in my back.  I never asked, but I’m guessing because he saw my muscularity and knew it was a skydiving accident, he installed plastic rods to allow for full range of motion.   If he had fused it, I wouldn’t be able to “arch”.

L1 Burst fracture I’m so thankful for Dr Geier for putting me back together.  His main concern was my back, not the muscles that were ripped off my ribs.  He said they should re-attach themselves and the bone fragments would probably get absorbed by my body.  The follow up scan 6 weeks later showed they were much smaller.  I had no idea that could happen.

Here I am, 7 years later.  My back still gives me daily reminders.  I make little grunting noises, holding my breath when I make certain movements.  At my six week check up, I asked Dr Geier about physical therapy.  He said “You know more about your body than any physical therapist does.  Go get to work.”  He won me over, giving me back hope the cancer community had taken away. Cameron always thought it was funny when we were at the gym working something other than back when I’d tell him I needed to do back extensions and planks because my back hurt.  He would laugh and say “Most people would go home now.”  It has nothing to do with why I did it, but I’m thankful it has still left a big impression on him.  I remember the exercises they taught me in physical therapy 3 years ago when it was acting up and do them.  I can complain or do something about it.  It’s good to have choices!

This morning, something felt off.  I was writing a check and realized what the date was.  I’ve always felt like anniversary dates can affect us.  It’s been almost 17 years since my first miscarriage and 16 years since my dad died.  Those dates and my dad’s birthday always bring a myriad of emotions, usually before I realize what day it is…marriage and divorce anniversaries too.

Today was no different.  My liver has been clear for 7 years.  Sure, there’s been a lot of cancer over the last 7 years, but my liver has remained happy. I still have a tiny bit of hope in the medical community…that’s all I need, remember, the faith of a mustard seed…

Why is it the luckiest day of my life so far?  I found an article from Stanford University stating that every cell in the skeleton is regenerated every 7 years.  Today’s the day.  My back is completely brand new!  Okay, so it might be wishful thinking, but if I choose to believe it, I have a better chance of not hurting anymore, right?

I’m thankful for everything I learned from my accident.  I’m thankful I grew the balls to skydive again.  I’m thankful for everyone I met and all the experiences the accident created.  I am truly blessed!

Love, gratitude and blessings



Luckiest day of the year – I’m glad it didn’t happen 07/08
July 7, 2014, 10:51 pm
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Originally posted on Susan WonderStone's Blog:

I left out a pretty important detail about the landing from my July 7th jump.  I crashed.   I had made my turn for the final approach and was about to land, when the wind shifted.  I don’t know exactly what happened, other than I stopped moving forward and went straight down.  My feet scraped the blackberry bushes and before I knew to be scared, I hit the ground at full speed.  People came running, asking me if I was okay.  It took all the breath I had left in me to tell them no.  I felt my back break.  I knew it was more than just getting the wind knocked out of me.  It only took 6 minutes for the aid car to get there.  Other than during childbirth (which of course God has us forget so that we might do it again) it felt like forever.   Every doctor appointment…

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My Birthday Wish

Happy Birthday to me! WooHoo!!  I made it another year!  It’s rare that I tell you how bad things are when they’re bad, but I seem to know it’s just a bump in the road, usually blocking all lanes of traffic, but still, it’s just a bump – I’ll get around it, you know I always do.  Over the last year, I’ve had more cancer than the previous 7 years combined.  Don’t go back to years 8-10, they sucked!  Back to the last year…Cancer pain, doubt and fear lurking all around me, pretending to family and friends that things weren’t so bad, wondering if I’d make it another month, getting fired, hopelessly wondering “what’s next?”…dark thoughts.    As much as he’s gotten tired of hearing the same things over and over, my son is thankful for my personal development mentors and coaches’ voices remaining in my head.  They are my cheerleaders.  Every time I start thinking about needing to finish paying for my cremation, I hear Earl Nightingale say “Never give up. NEVER GIVE UP!”

I knew with things so bad, I had to do something equally good.  I’m not sure how I thought skydiving was the answer, but it seemed to be my best option.  Aside from that, like I’ve said before, the things that challenged me the most, also provided the most benefits -often much later.  My first 2 jumps in last years student progression were the most terrifying!  I knew 7 years ago when I broke my back there would be a day I came back to prove to myself that I could do it.  There have been several times I’ve thought I never need to jump again, then the need to be challenged shows up again.  Breaking thru the terror has boosted my confidence exponentially!  There are so many things to think about up there…EVERY SECOND COUNTS!


Zig Ziglar said “You can get everything in life you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want.

My wish is to live a long, healthy life, as an international speaker, skydiving near every city I go to.   How am I going to do it?

I’m going to help you!

I want to help a minimum of 100 people make their dreams come true in the next 365 days. 

What if you don’t know what to dream about?   I’ll help you start dreaming again.  Maybe it’s to improve your body, your mind, your relationships, your finances or business… maybe to turn your annual income into your monthly income…whatever it is, I can help you figure it out, and be your cheerleader all the way to the finish line.  The finish line to that dream.  Every dream brings a bigger one.  Every achievement brings confidence for more.  Pretty cool how it works!

Please share the link to my website to help me achieve my wish by helping you or someone you know get theirs.


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Love, gratitude and blessings!

~Susan Story

Poor Buddy
June 6, 2014, 2:12 pm
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ImageThis is the second time this week.  Last week, I had no evidence of what happened before I found a dead bird on the trail in the backyard leading to my garden.  I know, most people mow their lawns, but I’ve been putting dandelions, lemon balm and spearmint in my smoothies and for whatever reason, wind, birds…they are growing in the yard as well as the garden.  I’ve let the grass grow so I don’t destroy the dandelions.  The bird didn’t appear to have all of its feathers. I couldn’t tell if it had been there awhile or was a baby.  I examined it.  I thought maybe one of the dogs had killed it, but I couldn’t find any bite marks.  No holes.  Lucy is a bull-mastiff and Buddy is a shepherd mix…nobody knows what he’s mixed with.  The rottweilers I had in the past would shake the crap out of an animal to kill it.  Unfortunately, I saw it a few times.

I heard Buddy trying to get his grip, running off of the deck.  Lucy stood up, appearing thoroughly confused as to what the hell was happening.  Buddy ran over to the retaining wall sniffing and whining.  I watched.  “What is it, Bud?” I asked.

He kept whining, then as gently as he takes a brussel sprout from my hand (it’s his favorite treat) he picked something up, walked slowly and gingerly placed it on the ground.  In the exact location as the last bird, lay a small lifeless bird.  Buddy sat beside it and cried.  I went over to them.  No movement.  The little bird’s eyes were open, but no breathing, no bite marks.  Could he be scaring them to death?  I got online and found several articles about birds, other animals and even people getting so scared, they die.  WOW!  At least it seemed quick I guess.

Fear seems to happen when we focus on what “might” happen.  Let’s stop worrying about the maybe’s and create our lives the way we want them.  Hopefully we won’t have some giant creature pick us up in their mouth.
Love, gratitude and blessings!


Drivers License Renewal

Just what everyone wants to do on a beautiful sunny day….renew their license.  It wasn’t that busy, but when I went to the desk to get my number to wait in the next line, the woman told me I could renew it online.  I said “But then I have to keep the last picture.”  She responded with “Isn’t it 4 years old?  Why wouldn’t you want to keep it?”

I look better and younger than I did then.   Of course I want a new picture!  She looked at me funny and gave me a number.

Just yesterday, Bert and I were walking with the dogs in the woods.  I told him that I’m finally feeling like I’m ME.  It’s been so long since I’ve felt like the body I’m living in is mine.  It’s moving the way I want it to.  My muscles are responding to my workouts and my diet.  I feel really good!

My number appeared on the board only about 5 minutes after I got there.  The woman was very personable, not my past experience at the DOL.  She asked me if my height and weight were the same.  I asked what the old one said.  I’ve never liked the last picture, so haven’t looked at the details since I got it.  I told her I might be an inch shorter from obliterating a vertebrae. She asked questions about the accident, then decided I looked 5’07”.  Next she asked if my weight was the same.  “I have NO idea.”  We joked about it.  She said she could put 200 pounds if I wanted her to. I asked what the old one said.  160.  I told her that was probably close enough, then backed away from the counter and asked her how much she thought I weighed.

Before she answered, I told her they needed a scale in front of the counter. She said people would never go for that.  Skydive centers have them.  I asked her what she thought would happen if someone lied about their weight before getting a parachute designed for a certain size.  I also told her about indoor wind tunnels and how good their staff is at guessing weight.  They also have scales in front of the counter.  How embarrassing if they didn’t weigh you, you lied and there wasn’t enough wind to get you off the ground.  I’d WAY rather be told I couldn’t do it than to get “grounded” with 30 people standing around watching.

She decided I looked 150 and changed it for my new license.  A few nights ago, I asked Bert if the muscles in my upper back were visible without flexing.  He said “Yes, but you’ve always been really solid.”  I’m guessing that’s not an answer most women would want to hear, but it made me laugh.  I am solid.  Like I said, I’m feeling like ME again.  My body is solid, my mind and ideas are solid – I know where I am and where I want to go…everything is coming together after SO many years of living a few months at a time.  Oh, you want to know how much I weigh?  With my clothes and shoes on…that’s how I weigh myself at the airport…never say never, but I don’t think I’ll ever skydive naked…have you ever seen videos of what boobs do at 120 mph naked? – well, she was about 25 pounds too low.

It’s all good.  Maybe someday I’ll be 150.  I mean weight.  I have a hard time seeing myself live past 140 years.  She agreed that I look younger and better and less weight than in the previous photo.

I’m thankful to be celebrating another birthday!  Life is good!

Love, gratitude and blessings



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