bad day turns good, cross path with my past

08/17/2013

I know I told a few of you already but I wrote it out here and added more to it.

So I was having a bad day on Thursday. It started Wednesday night with chatting with a blind lady from cali who was telling me how she is independent, has her own apartment, goes to school and works fulltime and can cook full meals. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself after that.

Then I was woken up Thursday by a phone call at 9AM that I let go to voice mail. It was a new-ish coworker who called me to see if I could work that night. I know he was just going down the list of phone numbers to see who could replace a fello coworker who was out but he should have known not to call me as I don't work fulltime.

Then my computer got a virus. I would turn it on but it only stayed on for like 5 minutes and then shut down. This had happened before. so I had to spend a lot of time running my virus checker a few times to get rid of it all. It took me about 5 hours all together. It was frustrating more than anything. Having to keep turning my computer on, and quickly open my virus checker and running it. Each time I ran it, it ran longer and longer till I was able to go through the entire process without the comp shutting off and I did it more more time then I deleted the virus that was quarantined.

I went to work, I went to lock the house up only to realize my house key wasn't in my wallet and I went to my room to see if it was in my laundry, not there either. Called my dad to tell him I'll be leaving the front door opened and that I will need a new key.

While I was at work, my computer battery died on me so I couldn't finish my work at work. I had to rely on my awesome memory to remember everything and write it down when I got home.


After work, I got on the ride, a survice I take for the disabled and elderly, and I was in the back passenger seat and there was an elderly woman in the front passenger seat. I had mentioned to the drriver something to do with Chelsea, the city where my dad's side of the family is from and I spent the first 6 years of my life...

This elderly woman asked if I was from Chelsea. I said yes. said "is your last name alpert?" I said yeees?" (how did she know?) are you Jonathan? Jonathan Alpert? yeeeeessss? Do you know who's sitting in the front seat? nooo? It's (in a soft -happy -omg- tone) ReRe.

Marie, or as we call her, ReRe was my baby sitter when I was born till we moved from Chelsea at 6 years old. I have not seen her since my twin's wedding 7 years ago and before that at at time my father had about 15 years ago and before that... I have no idea.
We caught up with each other's lives and I asked about her nieces Kim and Michell, who baby sat us in our late single digits till we were teenagers. Kim is married with a child of their own and one they adopted. She's battling breast cancer but is doing very well with her treatments. Michel is a child and was married till the guy left her. He had mental issues come to find out but she's doing well.
I told her about my sister getting married, about my twin brother's son's first b day. She told me that he had sent her a Christmas card with the baby in it. and she had heard about my grand father's passing late but she tried to go see my father at work but he wasn't there the few times she tried. and well, it was just amazing. I had tears and I'm pretty sure she had more.
When she got out, she said to the driver that she wants to see me. He opened my door and she came over to me. I pulled her to me for a hug... it was beautiful, amazing, and a touching moment.

and to think, I wasn't even on the schedule for this driver. a few other drivers had to leave work for various reasons so I was put on his schedule.

it was meant to be...

I still recall she use to make Justin and I mac and cheese. I remember when she put us to bed, she would always have us say along with her...

"Now I lay me down to sleep. Pray the lord my soul to keep, if I die my soul to keep. God bless ..." and we would name people in our lives.

No matter what part of my life or any of my sibs lives we were in, there was always a birthday card in the mail from her.

I was so excited, I called my dad, called my mom, who didn't answer her phone so I called my twin to see if he was home yet from work and he wasn't so I told him the story and when I got home from dinner, I called my mom.

Rere is an amazing, caring, thoughtful, hardworking, (when she worked) lady who I am blessed to have in my life and for her to cross my path on this day after all the negative stuff, it was just awesome.