Susan WonderStone's Blog

Another World?
January 31, 2017, 7:52 pm
Filed under: ASEA, Breast implant illness, Wiener Friendly Soap

Saturday, I went to an ASEA meeting in Gig Harbor. GPS said 69 miles. I wasn’t sure if my car would go that far, but my friend had flown in from North Carolina, so I had to try. I did some of my cancer treatments in the morning before I left, but ran out of time and even forgot to take my supplements. I was asked to give my ASEA testimonial and realized when I was doing it that I was shaking. I hadn’t eaten enough. I love the way I feel on my diet, until my blood sugar starts to drop. At the break, I went out to my car and ate a few handfuls of nuts to hopefully prevent it from dropping more.For the most part, it worked. As I was leaving the meeting, I kept thinking I was forgetting something. I checked my bag, my wallet, phone, water bottle, coat…everything was there.

The road to get back to I-5, is a toll road. My options were to pay $6 or to drive north and take a ferry across the water for $8. I chose the toll road and felt like I had gone thru into another dimension as I crossed the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. I thought about the YouTube video I had seen about the collapse of the same bridge, they named “Galloping Gertie”, on November 7, 1940.

My imaginary friend took the pictures as I drove. On the picture with the bridge in front of me, Mount Rainier is off to the left in the distance. It seemed so much bigger than the picture shows. Immediately, I had thoughts of climbing it. Because of the mold toxicity from the implants, I don’t see it happening this year, but my intent is to stay on my supplements, diet and other protocol to eliminate the mold, biotoxin and silicone toxicity and get my cardio vascular system working the way it’s supposed to again! I now have “Summit Mount Rainier” on my goal list for next year.  There were strange looking clouds north of the mountain, that kind of looked like hot air balloons. Once I got onto I-5, the clouds appeared even larger. I have seen similar clouds that seem to sit on top of Rainier, almost like a hat, but never 2 of them, away from the mountain.


I imagined they were cloaking devices for alien spaceships. What else was I going to think about. I’m driving a 95 4-Runner with the original parts. The cassette player quit working years ago and there’s a cd stuck in the cd player and won’t play either. Every radio station on my pre-sets was chatter or commercials. I should know better than to let my imagination go! Remember, what you think about, you bring about!

Before I got to Seattle, traffic was awful!  I decided to get off the freeway and take a back road adventure, not knowing exactly how to do it. I had a general idea and my internal gps works pretty well. My intention was to get to a bridge I’ve seen people taking sunset pictures from and to get another picture of Mount Rainier. As I arrived at the first stop light, I was in the left of a double turn lane. A gold 1978 Caprice Classic pulled up beside me. My mom drove one. The original color was tan. I don’t remember seeing sparkly gold ones back then.  The driver had giant bug eyes and kept jerking his head around, as if he was looking for someone who was after him.He had his phone in his hand. It appeared that not only was he terrified, but on some heavy duty drugs I’ve never been around.  I looked in my rear view mirror, then my side mirrors, first looking for a police car, then wondered if bullets would start flying. When I didn’t see anything, I wondered if there were dementors flying around that I couldn’t see. Maybe the grim reaper was after him. As soon as the light changed, he tried to go faster than the car in front of him. When it appeared he was going to try to fit his car between mine and the car in front of him, I slowed down and let him in.He was jerking his car all over, but managing to stay in his lane. I was so intent on not getting hit, I didn’t even think to get his plate. The next stop light was red. A couple and a little boy, about 4 years old on his bike, were about to go into the intersection. The man grabbed the seat of the bicycle as the bug eyed driver of the Caprice Classic swerved his way across the intersection, missing cars driving on the cross street. I was so thankful nobody got hit!  I decided to turn, so I wouldn’t be near him or whoever was after him. About 3 minutes later, I made it to the bridge I was trying to get to. I couldn’t park on the bridge, so turned to look for parking. There was a skinny guy wearing an orange construction vest over his clothes, dancing on the corner. As I turned, I looked at him. His skin was the color of hot chocolate with extra milk. His eyes were a really pale blue with almost no pupils showing.He was staring at me, so I waved as I turned. He kept dancing with his eyes following me. He reminded me of a vampire I saw on a movie. There weren’t any parking spots on that street, but I also didn’t really want to walk past him. I was still curious, wondering if he really looked like what I thought I saw, so I turned around and drove by again. I drove slow as I approached the corner. He stared at me. I  wasn’t scared, but he looked exactly like I saw before. Was he wearing contacts? I had never seen eyes like that.Where was I?

Once across the bridge, I found myself in Chinatown. There are street signs with our letters, but another language’s words. I parked and walked onto the bridge for my pictures.  I saw a heavyset guy on the other side of the street, carrying a Rastafarian colored blanket and what appeared to be brightly colored wooden toys he may have been selling. I stopped to take pictures about halfway across the bridge of the view on my side.


Traffic on I-90 and I-5 sucked!  I knew I would find another way to go home. I took a picture of the stadiums, then looked around to stay aware of my surroundings. The Rasta guy was gone. I felt like I had only taken about 10 seconds to look at the traffic and take the picture. He wasn’t on the bridge and I didn’t see him on either side. More and more, I kept feeling like I was on another planet or some alternate reality. I turned around to see the Seattle skyline.


After taking the picture, I saw movement down on the hill below. There were fences built last year around the area to keep the homeless people out of there, but I was seeing someone inside of a small shelter made with supports, a tarp, other stuff and a roof, but open on 2 sides. It reminded me of my friend I took in, back in 2008, who was homeless when I met him. It was about 45 degrees outside. I stopped taking pictures because it looked like he was looking at me and I didn’t want him to think I was taking pictures of him inside his “house”. I thought about how cold I would be if I stood still for any length of time. I looked again and wondered what he was wearing that was that color. I realized in a split second that he was naked. I don’t know if the show was for me, but I was quickly reminded of Glenda the 911 dispatcher who entered an animal control call when someone called in reporting a guy choking his chicken in public. I’ve never seen a man do it like that! His chicken looked like it was already dead, limp and lifeless, as he jerked it so fast and furious, I thought he was going to rip it off. Yes, by then I was staring. “Buddyyyyyyyyy, you’re gonna hurt yourself!’ I said, out loud. I had a jar of Wiener Friendly Lube in my pocket. I thought about throwing it to him, but didn’t want him to think I was throwing something at him, nor anyone else to think I was littering. I scanned the area, wondering if there was a break in the fence somewhere I could get closer to give it to him.

I remembered a 911 call I took years ago when the female caller was telling me her boyfriend, who had just beat her up, ran away naked. She explained that he gets hot when he’s high on meth and takes his clothes off. She also told me that he can’t get a hard on when he’s high on meth and that she keeps him around because he’s the best she’s ever had at going down on her.  I quickly realized I should stay away from the naked guy choking his chicken and started walking back to my car.

As I was almost off of the bridge, a couple was walking on the sidewalk toward me. They both had brightly colored hair. The guy had giant gauge piercings in his ears and his bottom lip. It looked like he should be in a tribal picture in national geographic, except as I got closer, he was also covered in tattoos. I said “hi” as I passed them and he started making grunting noises like he was a pig. Where was I?

The rest of the ride home was just driving in traffic with a pit stop to pee. At no point did I feel really scared or threatened, just weirded out. It took me 3 hours total to get home with my stops. It was by far, the weirdest hour I’ve had in a long, long time. I realized about 5 hours after I got home that what I was forgetting was that I was supposed to meet with a friend in Tacoma. I wonder if any of it would have happened if I had gone to see her. I wonder what kind of adventure I would’ve had on the ferry?! There are interesting things all around us if we just look!

Love, gratitude and blessings


Wiener Friendly Soap – Because it Feels Good
December 7, 2016, 1:26 am
Filed under: Cleansing, health, Laughing, Love, Wiener Friendly Soap


Wiener Friendly Soap. Someone else built the website. I used to call him my hero. The way I see it, once my hero, always my hero, but he’s a ghost now. Hopefully soon, I’ll figure out what I need to do to change the website. Originally, he developed the recipe and made the soap to help me with finances because of his love for me. Before he vanished, he gave me the recipe he used. I bought new molds and made another RC Willie stamp. I make the soap now while playing 528Hz music. It’s the “love” frequency. I’ve been told it affects everything around it. I know I feel happier when I’m listening to it compared to music that’s not 528Hz. Either way, I’m happy when I make the soap and I feel like it makes the soap happier too!  Wiener Friendly Soap has always been made with LOVE! Just look at it! RC Willie has always been loved and happy, but now he feels happy too!   Wiener Friendly Soap is still made using all natural, organic oils. It’s luxurious lather is great for cleaning all body parts, not just wieners.

Like most things in my life, I LOVE Wiener Friendly Soap because it feels good. I love the way the bubbles glide over my skin. I love how smooth my legs are after shaving with its luxurious lather.  I love how soft my skin and hair feel after my shower. I love how my hands still feel moisturized no matter how many times I wash them throughout the day.

Whether you’re using your hands to gently wash your body with Wiener Friendly Soap’s emollient rich suds, or vigorously scrubbing with an exfoliating bubbly wash cloth, you’ll love the way your skin feels both in the shower and after. Showering with a friend?  Be assured that even if they don’t know the dynamics of where soap shouldn’t go, if they slip up or wash the wrong direction, Wiener Friendly Soap, really is wiener friendly! Penis friendly, vagina friendly, whatever “they” call theirs, it’s friendly to that too! Wiener Friendly Soap is also friendly to faces, butt cracks, armpits and between your toes.

RC Willie wants you to feel good! No judgements. One rule. You can wash any body part as fast or slow as you like.

Wiener Friendly Soap – Because it Feels Good!

Love, gratitude and blessings


Mukilteo Mourns at Kamiak High School

imageI’ve often said that there are few “bad” things I haven’t experienced and overcome, that allow me to help others get to the other side of the trials they face. From car accidents, moving when I didn’t have a choice, watching my dog get run over by a train, breakups including 2 divorces, 7 miscarriages, being accused of being a violent drug abuser with my son temporarily being taken away from me, getting fired from a job I loved, having to file bankruptcy, breaking my back and being told I’d never walk again, losing friends in other skydiving and airplane accidents, my dad dying from cancer, 2 dogs and too many close friends and acquaintances also taken too soon…to my own terminal cancer diagnosis and the daily struggles that came with it…including having to go outside of the country to get the treatments that have kept me alive, having countless doctors refuse to help me because I won’t allow more biopsies and recently finding out that the toxicity of my breast implants could have been the reason my immune system wasn’t healing my body – even though I was doing all the right things.

As I write this, so many other things fill my head. The roof leak that caused over $11,000 damage and the insurance company threatening to drop my coverage unless I replaced the $16,000 roof in the middle of a chapter 13 bankruptcy. One of my dogs dying 4 days after a cat bite. A police officer telling my son I was overreacting from someone attempting to break into our house, only later to have “the suspect” admit he had broken in at least 15 times and had stolen from us. Answering the 911 call from a neighbor describing my house being on fire (it was my neighbor’s house, but it took another 30 seconds to find that out. They weren’t home, but the cat and bird died in the fire), then a year later when my supervisor advised me my son had called in and our kitchen was on fire (my firefighter neighbor took care of it before the fire department arrived)…then I think of the stressful 911 calls I took for over 6 years with people hurt, dying or dead, amongst all the non emergency stuff…

The traumas other family members have faced. My oh my! How thankful I feel right now! None of that was on my mind to write about.

None of those things could have prepared me or anyone else for getting the news that three people were killed and one in serious condition at a party in my community. Like I said yesterday, I got messages way before my alarm was set to go off. I knew that when the news reports said college age and teenagers in the same sentence that I would know the people involved. I’ve lived in Mukilteo since 1992. Many people in this community have lived here for a long time too. Several hours after getting the initial news, I opened Facebook and saw that one of my son’s good friends had been killed. I was at work and managed to stay through the end of my shift,  but not without crying…a lot.

Shortly after I got home, several kids sat in our living room crying and telling stories.  There was a vigil Saturday night, at Kamiak high school. I was going to go, but after talking to my mom and my brother the kids were already home.  We all cried more. Rayla  was so upset, she was throwing up. She went to bed early, while Cameron and I stayed up talking.

Most of the day Sunday, was filled with tears. There was a community vigil being held Sunday night that I was going to.  Cameron decided at the last minute to go with me. I couldn’t count, but there must’ve been 500 people there. There were people from different  churches and faiths,  who spoke along with the mayor and the governor.  Many of the kids who graduated in 2015 were at the vigil. Many of their parents were there with them. People from the community who were unrelated, were also there to show their support.


There were families I’ve known since Cameron was in kindergarten. Several of the kids at the party, were in the summit program. Summit is Mukilteo’s  gifted program. The kids who are in it, come from different schools in the district. They form close relationships.  The parents seem to be more active with school functions then many of the non-summit kids’ parents.  Even though the summit kids took different paths in high school, they remained connected.

Some summit, some not, were at the party, hanging out before they went back to college for their sophomore year.

Based on the news stories, the shooter was jealous over other guys after breaking up with his “dream girl” Anna. He shot and killed her. He fired 20 rounds total, killing Jake and Jordan and critically injuring one more.

One choice. 3 dead. So many lives changed forever!

We worry about our kids drinking and driving or being in an accident with a drunk driver. Being killed at the hands of one of their classmates isn’t something most of us have ever thought about.

How can we tell them  everything’s going to be okay? How can we trust that they’ll be safe wherever they go? So many questions! Very little of it makes sense to me!

Cameron and I were only going to stay an hour, but ended up being amongst the last to leave. Hugging, crying and holding kids and parents who were upset was more important than going home. The trauma every kid (technically they’re adults) at the party suffered, was more than most of us will ever experience.  I talked to some of the church leaders about dating violence and the importance of teaching the signs of it before it escalates into a tragedy like this. I talked about survivor guilt and they looked like they hadn’t even thought about it. The family and friends of the shooter have suffered loss too. He and Anna dated over a year.  They don’t need to feel isolated at this time either.

Most of us think our first love will be our one and only. When we really love someone, breaking up is never easy, whether it’s the first, third, tenth or whatever number it is. Since everyone is different, how do we help our friends and loved ones deal with a breakup, death or loss of any kind?

I feel like my past experiences have prepped me for a lot and am willing to talk to and share with the families affected by this tragic event, starting with Cameron and his friends who are still alive. So much I’d love to tell you that I learned last night, but being so fresh, will allow time for healing before I do.

On a lighter note, one of the kids last night, said he’ll always remember meeting me. I volunteered in the classrooms a lot. Shortly after he moved here, I had gone to the school to eat lunch with the third graders. He was eating a raisin bagel and a raisin fell out and onto the table. He said that I said “Look, it pooped!” He was grossed out, threw it away and didn’t eat anything else for the rest of the day. He said he still won’t eat a raisin bagel. I don’t remember it, but he might always remember my  3 words!

Love yourself. Love your friends and families. Reach out when you need help and reach out when you see someone who appears to need help. Don’t expect someone else to do it. If we truly are one, let’s find ways to take responsibility, help each other and stop blaming.

Life is good, let’s make it better!

Love, gratitude and blessings




Celebration With Tears

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Please SHARE – Wiener Friendly Soap

Wiener Friendly Soap

What kind of soap?  Yes, I said Wiener Friendly Soap!  For those of you who know me, either in person or from reading my writing, I can be serious, but I’m rarely serious without my sense of humor.  Throughout my last 15 years, something I’ve learned is that cancer sucks, but humor makes it easier to deal with.   My original diagnosis in 03/2000 was melanoma.  Eleven years ago when it spread to my liver and lymphatic system, there were no medical treatments that showed they could keep me alive more than a few months.  I opted out.  I set out to find whatever I could, to get myself well.  My belief back then, as it is now, is that cancer is due to an abundance of toxins (including emotional shit, but that’s another story!) and a deficiency of nutrients.  There are probably a lot more scientific details, but those are the ones I felt I could control. I’ve researched and implemented so many alternative treatments and diets.  Eliminating toxins was at the top of the list.  After many full body cleanses, literally thousands of hours in a far infrared sauna, too many coffee enemas to count, we got rid of most household cleaners and personal care products.  My hero, Bert, decided to start making soap.  Originally, it was just for us.  We shared it with some of our friends and family members and everyone loved it! It’s organic, unscented soap made from olive, palm, coconut and castor oils.  During the saponification process, natural glycerin is formed.  Most commercial soaps remove the glycerin.  We leave it in for its luxurious, moisturizing qualities.

Our creamy, lathering soap is great for ALL body parts!  We even wash our hair with it!

Wiener Friendly Soap

Wiener Friendly Soap

Oh, you’re wondering where the name came from.  Several places.  Many years ago…I promised I’d say it wasn’t recent…my son was in the shower.  I was downstairs when I heard screaming and what sounded like stomping in the shower.  I ran upstairs asking if he was okay.  He was yelling “DON’T COME IN”!!!  I stood outside the door and continued to ask him if he was okay and what was wrong.  The few seconds it took for him to answer seemed like forever…my head going crazy, with visions of all the worst case scenarios playing like movie clips.  He finally yelled, “I was, I was…I got soap in it!” Now I knew why he didn’t want me to come in!  Yes, that visual went thru my head too!  Over his continued “owie, owie, owie”, I told him to pee.  He tried to explain to me why he couldn’t.  It was all I could do to not let him hear me laughing.  I know, it’s not funny.

Wiener Friendly Soap isn’t just for wieners!

It’s for FEMALE wieners too!  Yes, that’s what I said.  I grew up in a southern Baptist family.  I’m not sure if that’s the reason, but using the word vagina or any slang derivative, would have gotten me slapped or hit with a belt and then sent to my room.  I had two brothers.  The word penis was also off limits.  It was totally okay to say wiener, pee pee or pecker.  If I had any kind of crotch issue, it was best not to talk about it at all, but if my dad overheard me talking to my mom, pee pee or wiener wouldn’t get me thrown into isolation with a hand print on my exposed skin. We found out when I was really young that I had reactions to bubble bath and many soaps.  Sometimes I would pretend it wasn’t a big deal, just so I could play in the bubbles in the bathtub.  It was always a big deal.  Burning, stinging and raw skin followed for several days.  We lived in Florida, so going to the beach with sand and salt water on those days was quite miserable!  I left the bubbles out of the tub when I knew we were going to the beach.  As I got older, I learned about yeast infections.  For those of you who don’t know, burning, raw skin can be a part of that too.  When it’s bad, water can burn. Most soaps on raw skin burn even more.

Fast forward a few more years…My FAVORITE!  Have you ever been rubbed raw from lots and lots of sex?  So much sex, you literally walk funny!  I fully recommend it!  But…another need for wiener friendly soap.  Vagina friendly just isn’t as funny.  If you have ideas for a gender neutral name that’s as catchy as Wiener Friendly Soap, let me know.

When I was just out of high school, my mom gave me a ceramic sculpture that has a boy and a girl in the tub and says “Save water, shower with a friend”.  Talking about the above stories with Bert in the shower – and a few details I’ll leave to your imagination, we “came” – “up” with the name

Wiener Friendly Soap

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As you know, I still have cancer.  I’m doing everything I know to get myself healthy.  As it is, I’m healthier than most people I know, but I’m ready to be done with it!  There are many studies out there showing that cancer grows best with stress.  I have eliminated most stress from my life, but the financial stress is messing me up!  I still do 3 hours of daily treatments, help other cancer patients and their families without compensation and work as many hours at my retail job as I can.  It’s not paying the bills or giving me the ability to get the supplements I need.

That’s where you come in!

I’m not asking for donations.  I’m asking for you to treat yourself to the best organic soap you’ll rub on your skin and to share it with others!  I apologize in advance, but it’s currently only available in the United States.  Thank you for your support!

Order now

Love, gratitude and blessings







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.


Maybe your life is going in the direction you choose, but you need organic, natural soap…Please order it from my soap company

Wiener Friendly soap


Love, gratitude and blessings!

~Susan Story

Rejected and still Naked

Welcom to rejectionAnother ah-ha moment this morning! I’ve been thinking too small…WAY too small! I’ve been struggling with finances since the cancer exploded and I lost my job last year. I restarted my coaching business and Wiener Friendly Soap ( They’re both coming along, but not yet able to cover the amounts I got behind on my mortgage. The mortgage company is only willing to work with me if I have tax returns from the businesses, which I only started this year, so there aren’t tax returns yet…or a W-2 job they can verify.

I’ve been searching online, sending out resumes, filling out applications in person, going thru testing and interviews, only to be ignored or rejected every time. I spent over 5 hours at a place last week, testing and interviewing. I was irritated with myself for spending that time instead of learning more about Empower Network or networking either of my businesses.

I share my naked truth with you, my struggles, because I know there are others feeling rejected, not good enough, defeated…the list goes on…it’s time for me to get up and do something about it. If I can do it, you can too. I want you to see that “If Susan can do it, I can do it!”

Guess what?! Empower Network doesn’t care how much I got paid at my last job. They won’t tell me how much I’m going to make with them, because it’s entirely up to me! I get to choose how much I work. I get to choose when I call it a day. I don’t have to drive in traffic to get anywhere. I can sit here naked as I type this and NOBODY cares!

Love, gratitude and blessings


Crow and squirrel
April 24, 2014, 2:58 am
Filed under: coaching, Gratitude, Skydiving, Wiener Friendly Soap

This afternoon, I was on the phone, using a new app and talking to a friend in Toronto…for free.  It’s the little things.

I looked out the kitchen window to see a squirrel scampering across the top of the fence.  I’ve always like squirrels.  Some people consider them a nuisance…just a rodent.  I think they’re cute.  I love watching their acrobatics.  I watched one run down a branch and jump to a lower tree last week.  It made me want to try it, but don’t tell my mom.

TeamworkSomething caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.   There was a big, shiny, black crow standing on the top of the fence at the other end of the yard. I’ve always liked crows.  They are intelligent birds.  Entertaining too.  I sat in my car for 30 minutes a few years ago, watching two crows work together to dismantle my neighbor’s garbage.  I’m not sure why their antics were so funny, but it still cracks me up just thinking about it.  After I broke my back, I watched crows land every chance  I got.  I figured they were expert flyers and landers, so who better to learn from?!  I love watching them speed toward the ground, then swoop up and gently land on the ground on both feet.  I hope to someday have all my skydive landings look like the crow’s.

The squirrel stopped about 4 feet away from the crow.  The squirrel was clearly on a mission.  I wondered what was going to happen.  After a brief 3 second pause, the squirrel continued on its path.  It was about the same speed as before, but it appeared as if the squirrel was going to ram the crow.  Just before impact, the crow jumped about 2 feet in the air and came back down on the top of the fence after the squirrel had passed.  No video camera, but I’ll remember it.  The squirrel jumped off the fence and into a tree about 10 feet past the crow.

Was the crow afraid of the squirrel?  Was the crow being respectful?  I wondered if they had a dialogue.  I’ve seen crows attack a cat, a dog and even a jerk off  who deserved it.  I would think the crow would have the hierarchy advantage.  I found a cool description of the symbolism of the crow. By Ina Woolcott

My favorite part:  “You need to walk your talk, to speak your truth and to know your life’s mission. Again, trust your intuition and personal integrity, to create your own standards, whether or not they match those of the world around you. Be an individual, think for yourself, don’t necessarily follow the crowd!”  It’s probably my favorite because I’m already living that reality. 

What is the squirrel about?  Also by Ina Woolcott  “The idea that there are obstacles which cant be overcome is not part of Squirrel’s outlook on life, nor is giving up. Squirrel is an almighty power animal to have any time when you feel you have reached a dead end in your life, or in a situation and ready to give up. We are shown that perseverance and the readiness to try different methods are the keys to success. As busy as these animals are, they always have time to play. Often in between gathering, they start to leap at each other and roll about in the leaves. They also seem to enjoy simply resting on a tree branch, enjoying the peace and quiet. This teaches us that there IS time for everything in life, that the balance between work, play, rest and contemplation is essential to our overall feeling of well being and harmony.”  I like the squirrel description, both because I see myself already in parts of it and the need to remember the other parts.

Regardless of the symbolism of the crow and the squirrel, they were fun to watch and made me laugh.

It’s the little things.

Love, gratitude and blessings

~Susan crow vs squirrell

Gratitude and more gratitude
April 23, 2014, 1:01 am
Filed under: coaching, Gratitude, Inspiration, Wiener Friendly Soap

Shared heartsToday was an AH-HA moment kind of day. Last night, I was talking to a friend about possible reasons why both of my cars had been hit near the same place on the left side of the bumpers. Neither was occupied. The second time caused more damage, but that driver didn’t feel it was important to tell me. Reasons, symbolism, as to what I’m supposed to learn from it. I know, to most people, that’s a weird thought. I believe everything happens for a reason, so I’m, always looking for that reason. My first accident, I was doing the speed limit – 50mph, blaring music, belting out “If I could turn back time” with Cher, when someone made a left turn in front of me and stopped when she realized what she had done. It totaled her car and bent the frame on my crew cab dually. Obvious to me there was a message there, but I never figured out what it was. Back to last night’s conversation…What did my dented bumpers want to tell me that I wasn’t hearing? I know my body responds when I’m not listening, but she pointed out that I said I was more upset about my bumpers being “scarred” than I was the scars on my body. She said the Universe knew I’d have more of a reaction with material things than my body. I guess it’s finally getting the picture that cancer is just a routine part of my day. It doesn’t scare me anymore. Our conversation was because I had posted it on Facebook. The consensus from all who responded was that the message is telling me to move forward. I’ve been letting something stop me. It’s time to move forward or continue to get hurt. I realized, like the bumpers, the last 5 tumors have been on my lower left leg and left foot. Problems there, symbolize not moving forward and holding on to the past. I’m thankful for this possibility. I will do even more to keep moving in the direction of my dreams.

Last night something also happened that’s helping me move forward. I’ll tell you about that soon.

Later in the day, I was talking to another friend who commented that I was ambitious for attempting to change the alternator belt on my car. I quickly responded “Having no money creates determination.” WOW! Immediately, the light came on! I have had more determination throughout this long cancer journey…is it possible I’m blocking money as if to prolong my determination? I can have determination without having cancer. There are many times in my life before cancer that I was determined. I am thankful I can be strong willed with great determination and be healthy at the same time! It’s time to let go of beliefs that no longer serve me and have my needs met.

Shortly after that, I told a guy “normal people don’t do what I do.” He responded
“Safe to say normal/mediocrity left you eons ago. I’ll take two of whatever makes you tick.”
I am thankful for people who help me see my value. There are many who want what I have. I am blessed with the gift of being able to show people how to use their strength!

I am so blessed to be loved and supported by you!
Thank you!

Love, gratitude and blessings

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Toastmasters International Speech Contest 2nd Place

Toastmasters International Speech Contest 2nd Place

Yesterday was the 2014 Toastmaster’s International – Division Speech Contest.  I had already won my club contest, and the Area contest.  This was the first speech I had ever written.  I don’t know how many times I read it out loud, but I do remember once to my son Cameron before the Area contest and once for Bert before this one.  This series is the only time I’ve ever given the same speech more than once.  I’ve done it for my home club “Early Opinions” 4 different times.  When they gave me feedback, I added it into the speech,  but only having 5-7 minutes, if anything was added, something had to  be taken away.   I changed the ending, but they didn’t like it.   I added something for someone, but forgot something someone else suggested I add.  I totally forgot that part in the speech.  Would that have won me 1st place?

The timing of the speech is critical for a contest.  It has to be at least 4 and a half minutes to a maximum of 7 and a half minutes.   One second short or long results in disqualification.  Kinda like skydiving, where EVERY second counts.  There is a green light to alert you of the 5 minute mark, a yellow light for 6 and a red light for 7.5.  My goal is to stop during the yellow light.  I still didn’t have my newly planned close when the yellow light came on, so I wrapped it up.  My plan should have only taken 15 seconds, but when the audience responds with laughter or even just their facial expressions, I make my pause a little longer.  That extra pause could mean the difference between placing and getting disqualified.  If I had risked it, would I have won 1st place?

This was the first time I’ve had someone videotape me speaking…that I was able to watch after.  For some reason, I’ve never gotten copies, or something happened and never gotten to see myself speaking.    We borrowed a video camera from my friend Jim.  Thank you Jim!  Bert took the day off work so he could be there, but also to hear my speech.  He knows me better than anyone, but hadn’t heard it as a speech yet.

During the speaker orientation, we had to give the Toastmaster (the emcee) our speech titles.  The guy standing beside me titled his speech “Let it rip”. I leaned over and told him “I did that in the car on the way here.”  He and the contestant beside him, had confused looks on their faces.  I’m guessing they were wondering if I really said what they thought they heard.


Continuing the theme, at the end of the break before the actual contest, I went to find a bathroom.  There were lines at all the bathrooms, but the one in the basement only had one woman going in there.  I waited in the hall.  Not seeing anyone else around, I did bodybuilding poses while I waited.  A bodybuilding contest I wanted to compete in is next week.   I let the cancer become an excuse and didn’t prepare for it like I needed to.  Oh well, I can pretend.  There will be more opportunities.  I took my turn and returned upstairs for the contest.  Later, the woman I had waited for told me I should’ve told her I was competing so I could go first.  I promptly blurted out “I just went in to fart.  I wouldn’t have felt good about it knowing you were waiting to come in.”    She tilted her head and looked at me like a confused dog.

My turn… I’ve never memorized a speech.  This one was no exception.  It’s so much of my life, I just talk.  It was supposed to be an inspirational speech.  I’m pretty sure I was successful.  After watching the video, I know several things I’ll change for my next “inspirational” speech.  Having a shorter speech would have made it easier to lighten things up.  A friend told me I made it sound like getting thru the cancer and the broken back were easy.  One sentence could’ve clarified that.  Someone else told me that it’s great I’m in remission.  I’m not sure how I left out the fact that all week, I doubled up on all my treatments, in an attempt to be able to wear a shoe on my swollen, tender left foot.  One of the tumors was so painful, rubber crocs were the only footwear option I had in my closet.  I finally found a pair of slip on heels that was open on the back and didn’t touch either of the tumors.  Things to improve on.

And without further ado…

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~Susan Story