Courtney's Cauldron

So last night I was laying in my bed and it was really late (I’m not sure how late though). My music had turned off by then so I was stuck listening to the sounds of my room. Soon I started hearing something strange…

Whenever paper on my desk shifted, it sounded like someone taking a huge bite out of an apple
Whenever my fan clicked it sounded like someone impatiently tapping on glass
Whenever the wind blew through my window it sounded like a wing on a hard downbeat
Whenever a car drove by on the highway it sounded like a growl or (in the case of a semi) a roar
Whenever my curtains blew in the breeze it sounded like someone breathing and it felt like they were right at my neck…

So, as you can imagine, my dreams consisted of flying purple dragons that breathed fire and had to get the gold away from the evil leprechauns that used coins like ninja throwing-stars. Then the magical singing unicorns appeared. My alarm (which was music) was going off…

I can safely say that this was one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had, complete with sound effects.

~Courtney

The other day Heather and I were at the mall (looking for a swimsuit) when a guy walked up to us. At first we didn’t really notice him, he stood off to one side and we were totally lost at that point. Then he turned to us and asked “who is Abby?”

At this point I was completely confused, then it occurred to me that I was wearing my ABC shirt. As you may have read in previous posts, ABC was Abby Beats Cancer. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, skip this post and go back a few…

Anyway, I finally caught up to the situation and replied, “she was  a girl in my school who had cancer, but unfortunately died from it. We wear these shirts to remember her.”

He nodded and answered, “I used to have leukemia.” This obviously came as a shock. This guy was probably middle-aged, slightly balding, and wearing a fancy black suit (why he was wondering around JCPenny’s is beyond me, but that’s not relevant). There isn’t much you can say to a statement like that, so Heather and I didn’t say much. “My sister was an exact marrow match and flew down here. Now all of my marrow is hers. I did beat it. Except now my wife’s under the impression that I should want to go shopping more often.”

It was an amazing and touching moment. We went our separate ways after that, but he has made a fingerprint in my memory, and now I think about how this happened because of Abby and her shirts. 🙂

~Courtney