I Never Regret Mother’s Day

From time to time, I read posts on social media or hear people say in public they regret having had children. That someone would feel that way about their children — adopted, fostered, or biologically created — is shocking.  While I am among the first to say that parenting isn’t something to be taken on lightly or without complete dedication, I am also among the first to say that no one should ever regret having had children.

Back in 1995, I was weeks away from becoming a mom.  My feet were round (based on other people’s observations as I could no longer see my feet), it was gearing up to be the hottest summer on record where I lived (and the weather was making good on that promise already), my then-husband (being a long-haul trucker) was oftentimes hundreds of miles away from home, and I could no longer drive a car.  Why couldn’t I drive a car?  For me to be able to reach the gas and brake pedals, I had to be closer to the steering wheel than my pregnancy would actually allow.

When I went into labor early a few days later, it was a rush to the hospital where things didn’t look very good.  A few hours later, the staff at the hospital had managed to stop labor and I was sent back home.  As scary as that episode was, I didn’t regret being pregnant.  This was part of the journey.

When my son was born in July , the staff at the hospital told me there were problems.  He wasn’t going to make it through the first 24 hours.  I disagreed with that assessment. That night as I visited my son in NICU, I whispered to him, “Thank you for spending your first day with mommy.  I hope you’ll come back again tomorrow.”  Guess what happened?  The following morning, I held him in my arms, gazed into his eyes, and smiled.

A week later, my son was still in NICU and despite all sorts of tests, the staff at the hospital had no idea what was going on with my son.  Two weeks in, and still in NICU, they were none the wiser.  It was a harrowing time, especially for a new mom. but I had no regrets about being my son’s mother.

Over the years, my son’s health was unpredictable and difficult.  My then-husband decided early on to throw in the towel, and walk away from parenthood.  He oftentimes told me he regretted having our son.  Leaving our family created a hardship for me, but that’s how things go in life sometimes.  Despite all the troubles of trying to juggle hardly any money and the demands of ensuring a child with health issues has what he or she needs, I didn’t regret being a mom.  Every night, I would put my son to bed and whisper to him, “Thank you for spending another day with mommy.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As a toddler, my son was diagnosed with autism.  There were no services or supports available to help me help him:  Not even when the Children’s Advocate Office in Saskatchewan stepped in and tried to secure some kind of services or supports from the provincial government.  I still didn’t regret being a mom because my focus was on helping my son be the best version of himself possible.

School wasn’t easy for him either as two different school boards in which he was enrolled, struggled to understand how to encourage my son to work through social issues, deal with new experiences, and overcome challenges.  Despite the fact I kept telling them the world wasn’t a Special Needs World, most teachers, school staff, autism experts, and administrators from various levels within both school boards felt that catering to his comforts was the better way to deal with him.  I didn’t agree with them (just as I hadn’t agreed with the hospital staff when he was born) but sometimes you have to live with the fact that the many oftentimes drown out the voices of the few.  I still didn’t regret being my son’s mom.  It just meant I had to work harder with him to nudge him along his journey to become the best version of himself possible.

When he turned 12, he was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis which is a rare, incurable, life-threatening neuromuscular autoimmune disease that strikes 2 in 1 million children, and is 5 times more rare in children than in adults.  Over the years, he had suffered many “mystery” health issues that landed him in hospital, and it was one bad episode in particular that made me ask his pediatrician if he could test my son for Myasthenia Gravis.

“Myasthenia Gravis doesn’t happen in children,” he pronounced sternly with that look I had come to know all too well.  It was the look many closed-minded professionals reserved for parents they dismissed out of hand without considering the validity or the questions asked by those parents they dismissed out of hand.  “It only happens in old men over 60 and women over 40.”

“My brother was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis,” I replied respectfully.  “He wasn’t 60.  He was my son’s age.”

“No,” he insisted.  “This is definitely a tumor behind his eye.”

We discussed the matter for a few more minutes, and he decided to send my son to the Hospital for Sick Children to be tested for a tumor.  Because I insisted, he jotted down a note in the file for the doctors at the Hospital for Sick Children that indicated he felt I was being unreasonable, but to ‘manage’ me by doing a Tensilon test if nothing else showed up on the other tests.  Even with the pediatrician’s dismissive attitude, I didn’t regret being my son’s mother.

The Hospital for Sick Children, taking the pediatrician at his word, very nearly forgot the Tensilon test until I inquired about it.  They were so convinced I was a University of Google parent, they didn’t even have their camera set up to record the results of the Tensilon test.  It’s unfortunate these medical professionals were so convinced the pediatrician was right in his conclusions because that Tensilon test proved my son had Myasthenia Gravis.  Even with that news, I still didn’t regret being my son’s mother.

The next few months were some of the most trying for both of us, and after 14 months of battling Myasthenia Gravis, it was decided that a thymectomy was the only way to go as his health plummeted.   I knew how unpredictable Myasthenia Gravis could be (my late brother was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis back in the 1970s).  I knew how dangerous surgery could be.  I knew how dangerous the after-effects of surgery could be if he made it through the surgery itself.  These were dark times but I focused on the fact my son was alive and every night, I would say to him what I had said to him every night at bedtime since July 1995:  “Thank you for spending another day with me.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He entered high school and even though the school board seemed to overlook the fact that my son wanted to be in a regular class, by the second semester, he was auditing regular classes.  The following year, he began taking regular classes for credit, and by the time he was in Grade 11 he had a 79% average for all the classes he had taken.  He was a geek in that he loved computers, but he also excelled in History and in Religious Studies.

He left high school when his peers left high school, and he continued to make his way in life.  Even when Myasthenia Gravis made it so he could barely do anything (as sometimes happens), he had an interesting life that didn’t always take him where he was originally headed.  For his 20th birthday, I put together and shared this montage celebrating 20 years of him being him.  No regrets.

For his 21st birthday, I made sure I didn’t embarrass him with a mushy mom-style card.  He got this card instead along with a small collection of gifts of things he wanted or things he needed.  Just because he was an independent adult didn’t meant I wasn’t still his mom.  No regrets.

I have a nice collection of scrapbooks I’ve made over the years with pictures of my son:  Places we’ve visited together, difficult times we’ve been through together, and the successes he has had over the years.  So whether it’s this version of him I’m thinking about ….

… or this version of him I’m thinking about …

…. being my son’s mom is something I will never regret.

Happy Mother’s Day, Lewis.  I will always love you wherever life takes you because I have faith in the person you are, and I know you have it in you to be anything you decide to be.




A Call To Action

MIC Youth Spokesperson, Lewis Schofield, is a pretty amazing teen. In the past two years, he’s won four major awards for his volunteerism, humanitarianism and advocacy. He has created videos and given presentations to large corporations, organizations, non-profits, charities, service groups, at colleges and universities and more, to help people better understand that not one of us is defined by disabilities. Disabilities may set the parameters under which one lives life but it’s the person who determines who they are and how they walk through life.

On Friday, December 2, 2011 Lewis was named one of the Top Ten finalists in the Blackstone Role Model Contest as chosen by the Producers of Blackstone Cycle II. Lewis’ first thought was that being nominated would help raise awareness of the abilities and talents of other kids like him who are living with life-threatening medical conditions. When he found out that Blackstone would donate $500 to a charity chosen by the winner, he knew that he would want the money to go to Make-A-Wish if he won.

What makes Lewis unique is that he defaults to, “If I win, how can I make this win help others?” when most others default to, “What’s in it for me?”

Lewis decided to film a video to help others understand how much it would mean to him if he won the Blackstone Role Model Contest.

To vote for Lewis, log into your Facebook account. Go to “Blackstone The Series” all in lower caps and one word. On the left hand side of the Blackstone Wall, click on PHOTOS. Once the photo albums are displayed, click on ROLE MODEL CONTEST 10 FINALISTS. Click on the FIFTH one in the list to read Lewis’ bio. Scroll down to the bottom of the bio and click LIKE on the bottom left hand corner. Voters can also leave comments in the comment section below.

Voting closes on Wednesday, December 14th at noon MST.

Lewis and the MIC volunteers are hoping that on Thursday, December 15th Lewis is going to find himself on the phone sharing even more good news with Make-A-Wish Executive Director, Jennifer Ritter. We’re hoping that MIC readers and visitors will not only vote for Lewis, they will share Lewis’ story with their online friends and family and urge them to vote for Lewis as well.

After all, this is what it looks like when one person works hard to Make It Count and in this instance, the “it” is trying to secure a $500 donation for a non-profit organization that grants wishes to children living with life-threatening medical conditions.

Elyse Bruce
Founder and Creator

Promises, Promises

Promises are a declaration assuring that one will or will not do something.  A promise is an undertaking or assurance given by one person to another agreeing or guaranteeing to do or to give something, or not to do or not to give something.  That’s a dictionary definition for what a promise is.  And promises, by virtue of what they are, create the foundation for expectation.  In other words, when a promise is made, it’s expected that the promise will be carried out. 

Here are three true stories, and all three of them have Lewis at the heart of each story.


Back in the Fall of 2008, I ran into a well-known local musician at a local music store.  We had worked together on a couple of gigs in the past.  Straight up … we knew each other; it’s as simple as that.

Now this well-known local musician made a big deal about being concerned about Lewis’ health as Lewis had been diagnosed scant months before with Myasthenia Gravis.  He made an even bigger deal about the fact that he was going to write a song for Lewis to raise his spirits.  He was so enthusiastic about writing a song for Lewis that he spoke loudly and boisterously about the song and everyone in the store was able to overhear the conversation without much effort.

As readers of my blog know, Lewis underwent a thymectomy at the Hospital for Sick Children on June 9, 2009.  If ever there was a time when he needed to have his spirits raised, it was in the weeks immediately following his surgery when he was in so much pain from the surgery.

And so on June 30, 2009 I messaged this musician who continued to get mileage from his comments about writing a song for Lewis via Facebook.  I updated him on Lewis’ surgery and ended the message with, “I know you’ve been working on a song for Lewis.  Any idea when he might be able to hear it?

The next day, he wrote back with:  “I’m sorry to hear about his flu. I’ve been working on a song for Lewis, but I’ve hit a road block. Could you give me a bit more insight into Lewis’s illness along with things that make him happy …   Favourite colour ….. Activities …. Nothing major. Just a few ideas to help me out. Thanks. BD

To help him out, since he obviously hadn’t been able to start Lewis’ song or email me for additional information about Lewis in the 9 months that passed between his promise and the Facebook message, I sent back a detailed message and ended it with, “Thanks for writing a song for Lewis. I know you’re a busy guy and it touched my heart (and Lewis’) when you said you were writing a song for him. I have no doubt it’s going to be a very moving and heartfelt piece.”

A few months after that, he messaged me saying that he had received an email from one of my friends that “deeply saddened” him.  He claimed he didn’t know this friend even though he had met him on a number of occasions when this friend and I were together.  He knew this friend he now denied knowing.  And indeed, he was upset by what my friend had written. 

He was so upset, he spent an hour allegedly crying his eyes out — allegedly for real, not just as a figure of speech — at the local music store about how some stranger had taken him to task on two specific promises he had made to Lewis, one of those promises being the song he had announced — on more than one occasion at this local music store — that he was writing to raise Lewis’ spirits.

Months later, I wound up shutting the book on Beau Dixon.  He never wrote that song for Lewis.  If he did, he certainly never played it for Lewis or recorded a piano and vocal demo of the song and sent it to Lewis.  The promise was tossed aside but not before squeezing some personal gain for himself.   It would seem that this is how Beau Dixon rolls.


Another local musician and I met on Facebook sometime in late spring 2010.  The discussions on our respective Walls on hot button subjects such as politics and religion and lesser hot button subject such as music and disabilities were interesting, with many people joining in with their comments and points of view.  He also got to know Lewis via my blog articles on this blog site, my comments on Facebook and via Lewis’ own website. 

He had heard Story #1 and was saddened to see that a promise made by a well-known local musician to a young teen fighting so many health issues had been tossed off.  In August 2010, he messaged me via Facebook and told me that Lewis inspired him to write “You Can’t Stand In The Middle” … a song he wrote especially for Lewis.  He didn’t announce to the world that he had written this song.  He wasn’t planning to profit from it by adding it to his upcoming CD.  In other words, this wasn’t about getting mileage for himself from having written a song to raise Lewis’ spirits.  This was about writing a song to raise Lewis’ spirits.  Lewis received a copy of the song in September 2010 just a few weeks before he was scheduled for kidney surgery at the Hospital for Sick Children.  That’s how Gary David Currie aka the Freeman rolls.


An online music colleague I met when the mi7.com music forums were still online lives in Japan.  He is also on Facebook and despite living with the challenges and obstacles of having serious health issues himself, he faces each day with a positive outlook on life and a zest for living. 

He needs a wheelchair to get around due to his disabilities and lives in the Fukushima prefecture where 22 out of the 23 monitors around the crippled Fukushima Daiichi plant stopped sending data 3 hours after the massive March 11 earthquake and tsunami.  Nuclear fuel rods were exposed and there was overheating in at least 3 of the nuclear reactors.  He was to have hip surgery just before the earthquake and tsunami hit Japan and, understandably, his surgery was put off after the earthquake and tsunami.

When asked how people could help him after the disaster hit Japan, his only request was for people to donate to the Red Cross Japan Fund.  He asked nothing for himself. I let my online and real life friends know that this was the best way to help the people of Japan and many of us donated to the Red Cross to help Japan.

In June, Lewis let people know that he was turning 16 in July.  When asked what he would like for a present, he answered that he would be happy if people donated to charities of their choosing but if they couldn’t choose, he would like donations to be made to the Red Cross Japan Fund.  Again, friends donated to the Red Cross to help Japan and Lewis was very happy to see this happen.

Now my online music colleague has never heard STORY #1 or STORY #2.  He doesn’t know about the well-known local musician who broke his promise to write a song for Lewis to raise his spirits; he doesn’t know about the local musician who wrote a song for Lewis to raise his spirits.

Last week was Lewis’ 16th birthday, as most of the blog readers know.  Hiroto shared 3 original piano compositions with Lewis in honour of reaching this milestone birthday.  They are, in a word, beautiful.  As with Gary, Hiroto thought of Lewis and shared unconditionally with him.  And that’s how Hiroto rolls.

Hiroto is known as the artist Hirotonix and released an instrumental CD, “Galactic Water” in February 2011.  While he benefits from the work the Red Cross is doing in Japan, it would help him even more if music lovers purchased his CD.  For those wondering how much £5.99 is in dollars, that’s $9.75 USD.

So there you have it, dear readers … three different stories about promises:  One about a broken promise, one about an inspired promise, and one about a heartfelt and sincere promise.

The next time you are about to make a promise to someone, ask yourself if you can keep that promise.  If you can’t, there’s no shame in not making the promise.  The only shame is making a promise you don’t keep.

So now ask yourself this: When you make a promise, are you Story #2 or Story #3 …. or are you Story #1 and ok with that?

IndiePool Grants Wishes

I was in Toronto all day today, running important errands. Now that’s not a big announcement. Lots of people go in to Toronto to run important errands, to shop or to just kick around for the day at the Ontario Science Centre or Toronto Island or the Royal Ontario Museum. But today, one of my errands was something pretty important.

I stopped by IndiePool with the “Dreamtime” master and the CD cover artwork in hand. For those of you who aren’t in the know about why the “Dreamtime Project” is so important, let me share with you some details.

Back in early 2010, Lewis asked me to help him raise awareness of the Make-A-Wish Foundation. He asked me to help him help the Make-A-Wish Foundation grant wishes to other children living with life-threatening illnesses. He knows it takes a team of hard-working people to pull together what’s needed to grant a wish for a child or teen living with a life-threatening illness. And he knows that every bit of help donated to the Make-A-Wish Foundation — whether it’s time, money, services, product — goes to a number of very good causes: granting wishes to special kids like him.

If you don’t know who Lewis is, let me share a little about him as well. He’s an award winning teen, having won four prestigious awards over the past 2 years alone: the 2009 Peterborough Victoria Northumberland Clarington Catholic District School Board Medal of Perseverance; the 2009 Trent University Community Leader Award for Youth Aged 25 and Younger; the 2010 Male Youth Volunteer of the Year Award; and the 2011 Mayor’s Youth Award. As he likes to tell people, he’s a professional kid with cool ideas. And he’s a young man with lots of heart and compassion. Yes, Lewis has a lot going for him. Every one who meets him soon finds out that they can’t help but get involved in his projects. But there’s more to Lewis than meets the eye!

He is afflicted with Myasthenia Gravis, an incurable life-threatening neuromuscular autoimmune disease that strikes 2 in one million children. He also has Autism Spectrum Disorder and a raft of other diagnosed disabilities and disorders. And he’s a Make-A-Wish Kid himself.

Together, we created the “Dreamtime Project” made up of four components: a Special Edition CD; a signed Special Edition print of the artwork for the CD cover painted by Lewis; a Flash Mob Dance; and a dance performance to the music from the Special Edition CD.

In all, it was a very ambitious vision. It was also Lewis’ wish that we make this happen and so we set about to make this happen. You see, for Lewis, making others happy makes him happy and he wants other kids like him with special wishes to have the opportunity to have those special wishes granted.

Lewis has a unique way of painting that I’ve never really seen any other artist master before. He abhors traditional paint brushes, preferring to use his fingers and thumbs, the palm or side of his hand, sponges and indelible fine line black markers to create. Not only did he paint new works but he looked through earlier canvasses to see if the CD cover was among the many tableaux and art sheets that can be found throughout the house. In the end, he settled on “A Sunday Afternoon Stroll Under The Sea” also known as “Undersea Stroll.” 

"A Sunday Afternoon Stroll Under The Sea" by Lewis Schofield

As I stepped into the offices at IndiePool, I knew that IndiePool’s Trevor Norris wouldn’t be around this afternoon. He had called at lunchtime to let me know that he had a horrible cold. Over the past few months, Lewis’ health has deteriorated and it’s been difficult for his medical team to determine what his symptoms mean. That Trevor would be so thoughtful as to think about the dangers of possibly passing his cold on to me and then indirectly passing his cold on to Lewis, only shows how much people really do care about others. And so, I met with Lindsay Casey instead and in no time, everything was in place and good to go.

Coming back home, I thought about the support Lewis and I have gotten from IndiePool for various projects over the years and smiled. I felt that wonderful feeling you get when you know you and everyone else involved in a project are bringing their best efforts to the table.

And I smiled again as I thought about how happy Lewis is because I agreed to grant him this different special wish … the wish to help the Make-A-Wish Foundation grant wishes to other children.

The Special Edition “Dreamtime” CD with Lewis’ artwork on the cover goes on sale on Wednesday, August 4, 2011 as do 100 signed Special Edition prints of the CD cover artwork. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of the CDs and Prints are being donated by Lewis and me to the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

What he’s hoping for most is that people from around the world will join him in making this wish … this dream he has for other children … come true. What I’m hoping for is that other children’s wishes will be granted because of this project and I’m hoping that Lewis’ wish to raise awareness and money to benefit the Make-A-Wish Foundation comes true.

Remembering Andrew Gold

Tuesday evening, I learned that Andrew Gold had passed away.  It was at the City of Peterborough Civic Awards where my 15-year-old son was being presented with the 2010 Male Youth Volunteer of the Year award that one of my friends sitting just a few seats over from us leaned over and shared the sad news.

What makes this particularly hard-hitting for Lewis and for me is that we had a personal connection with Andrew Gold back in June of 2009.  Lewis was scheduled for a thymectomy that month and because of his health, things were going to be pretty touch-and-go according to his medical team.  No one could tell us what the odds were that things would work out as well as could be expected.  And Lewis, being all of 13 years old at the time was very aware of the many possible outcomes.

He set about creating a tribute video thanking those who supported him as he battled Myasthenia Gravis, an incurable life-threatening neuromuscular autoimmune disease that had left him so severely afflicted that he had oftentimes found himself being rushed to the local ER because his muscles were giving out and endangering his life.

Lewis asked me to please, please, please email Andrew Gold. 

It was a simple email asking permission for Lewis to use his song “Thank You For Being A Friend” in a video he was creating for his classmates and people in his online and real life communities to thank them for being his friend.  It was important to Lewis and to me that we respect Andrew Gold’s copyright, knowing that the song Lewis might have to be sidelined if the answer was no.

Within a few hours, Andrew Gold had written back.  He gave Lewis permission to use his song in the video.  With that, Lewis made sure that his video gave credit at the start to Andrew Gold for allowing him to use the song in his video.  He was grateful that Andrew Gold had understood the importance of the video as well as the importance of using the right song to convey the message he wanted to share with others.

Lewis’ Tribute To His Friends with Andrew Gold’s song is found HERE.

And so, as we sat in the auditorium where the Civic Awards Ceremony was being held, having just been told that Andrew Gold had passed from cancer, I reflected on the man who had shown my son such kindness back in June of 2009 and the man my son himself was becoming.

Whether Andrew Gold knew it or not, his generosity had a positive impact on my son that he has carried with him in his humanitarianism and volunteerism. Each of us is shaped by life’s experiences and the experience Andrew Gold added to my son’s life was one that spoke of kindness, thoughtfulness and compassion.

My heart goes out to his wife, Leslie Kogan and his children, Emily , Victoria and Olivia, who is Lewis’ age.

Of Life And Living

Over the past three years alone, Lewis has gone through more procedures, treatments, major surgeries and diagnoses than most families go through in one lifetime.  And since he was born, there have been a number of health crises that have scared the daylights out of me more times than I care to remember.

Through it all, Lewis has always had a peculiarly optimistic take on life, living for the moment, planning for the future, not dwelling on the past, recent or distant.  He has his moments of unhappiness but then again, don’t we all?

This morning, the topic of discussion Lewis embarked upon was about life and living, the inevitability of fate and the concept of free will.  Yesterday afternoon, he brought home his mid-term report card and his top two subjects were drama and religious studies, so I suspected that the weekend may bring with it some philosophical and theological discussions.  Lewis rarely disappoints me.

“There are lots of adults that say,” he began as I put his breakfast on the table in front of him, “that they’re so sorry I’m sick and then they treat me with kid gloves in case I drop dead right in front of them.” I chuckled.  I got the impression that this morning’s discussion was going to be an eye-opening dissertation on living and the quality of life.

“What they don’t get is that you have to find personal satisfaction with your life under the conditions you’re living that life if you want to have a life worth living,” he espoused, quickly brushing his curly hair away from his furrowed brow with one hand while picking up his fork in the other.  “Being afraid of dying is the flip side of being afraid of living.  It doesn’t do anything except steal from your soul.”

“Now, I’m not a fatalist,” he continued.  “You know that, mom.  And I’m not saying that you can’t change a somewhat pre-determined path your life will take.”  He stopped for moment and carefully prepared what he was going to say next.  “What I mean by pre-determined is that you’re born and that’s how you get here in the first place and you die and that’s how you leave here and that’s pretty much set in stone as far as I can tell.  It’s all the stuff in between being born and being gone that I’m talking about.” 

I knew from the way he was talking that my job in this conversation was to listen and say nothing, and so I sat down next to him and listened carefully.

“Just because things are sometimes more difficult than other things doesn’t mean that a person should just give up on living, you know,” he informed me.  “And I know it’s important to do what doctors tell you to do when you’re sick.   The bottom line is you don’t have to buy into the pathos that sometimes goes along with being sick, right?”  He stopped long enough to see if I was following his train of thought.

“You can’t let people doom you just because you aren’t as healthy as most other people,” Lewis pointed out.  

“No one really knows how much time they have when they get born.  A totally healthy person could step out of their house and have a car careen across the front yard and take them out on their own doorstep.  Or a bolt of lightning could come out of a clear blue sky and strike you where you stand.”  He leaned forward, as if what he was about to tell me was of paramount importance to the conversation.  “I read a news story on Yahoo! news last month about 2 teens who were standing outside their school waiting for the bus to come and they got hit by lightning that way.  One guy is pretty much recovered but the other guy is still going through some pretty intense therapy,” my teen informed me.  “I really hope that he gets better soon.”

Lewis leaned back in his chair and chugged back what was left of his juice before putting the glass off to one side on the table.  He stabbed at his breakfast with his fork as he gathered his thoughts once again.

“What I’m saying is that you should never let someone else tell you how your life is probably going to turn out.  No one knows how your life is going to turn out.  You don’t even know how your life is going to turn out.  All you can do is to live your life and to enjoy the parts that make you happy and to work through the parts that make you angry or sad. And you know what I have to say to people who act like they’re worried I’m going to drop dead right in front of them just because I have an incurable life-threatening disease?”

This was my cue to finally add something to the conversation.  “What do you have to say?” I asked.

“If it’s not your time, even a doctor can’t kill you.”

And with that, he pushed back his chair, picked up his breakfast dishes and headed off to the kitchen to put them in the sink to be washed.  I smiled.  As long as Lewis is on this earth, I’ll never be at a loss to learn something that makes this world a better place to live in.

Charlie Sheen Agrees Elyse is WINNING

It’s been a crazy week around the house this week.   As some of you know, just as March Break kicked off on Monday,  my son was badly injured when his legs gave out from underneath him.  My focus all week, of course, has been on Lewis and getting him to and from various  medical appointments since coming back home from the hospital.

This morning was the first chance I had to check my email just before heading out to the Cardiology Clinic with Lewis and what do you think I found in my inbox? 

Last I had heard, 95,333 people clicked through to the online application and 74,040 people from 181 countries had applied for the Charlie Sheen Summer Internship job.  Allegedly, only 5,000 made it to Round 2 and only 50 of those 5,000 will actually make it to Round 3.

Others who made it to Round 2 include Gucci Mane’s publicist Kali Bowyer, Forbes magazine blogger Christian Wolan, and adult film star Isis Taylor also made the cut.  In other words, I found myself in mixed (to use the word very loosely) company.

The problem, however, is that the deadline for the next round was yesterday, March 16 — a day I spent running from appointment to appointment as a result of my son’s unexpected tumble on Monday.

Now for those of you who know me, you’ll know that I go by the online name Raven and for those who don’t know me, you now know that I go by the online name Raven.  It’s a name I’ve used for years now and yes, it’s a name that has also been used in real life as in Elyse “Raven” Bruce (in other words, it has never been used to deceive or mislead anyone).

So while I may have missed out on Round 2 and while I would have made to Round 3 had it not been for circumstances, the fact remains that I’m still #WINNING even without being in @charliesheen’s presence.  When the cards are down, the only #WINNING choice a parent can make is to put their child or children first, and I’m certain that Charlie Sheen would agree with me on that point. 

And so, while Charlie will continue looking for a “winning” social media intern other than myself who will join his team for an 8-week paid internship elsewhere, I know that I’m still #WINNING.

In this case, you’d have to agree that ElyseBruce blood is more potent than Tigerblood and where my son’s health is concerned, my powers trump any Warlock’s powers anytime, any day.

To those of you who made it to Round 2, I offer my congratulations and wish you all the best with making it to Round 3.  But remember this … had it not been for my son’s fall earlier this week, I’d be rounding the corner towards Round 3 and ultimately, the job as Charlie Sheen’s paid summer intern.

UPDATE: Well, slap the dog and spit on the fire, people!  I sent in my submission late and linked to this blog article and even though the deadline had passed, I was informed that I had made it to the next round.  It must be that #WINNING #Tigerblood that caught the eye of the @charliesheen headhunters.

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