Transforming My Mind, My Soul and My Future by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

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June 17th, 2014
5:46 p.m.-7:00 p.m.
Transforming My Mind, My Being and My Future by Paulette Le Pore Motzko

Copyright June 2014

Photo taken in my old place-the duplex I lived in rented from 2001 to 2013. My dad made the bookshelf for me in 1984. The house was sold for $460,000 to some rich Vietnamese in Saigon Garden Grove last year. The photo is history of a time that will never be again. My dad bought the duplex with me in mind in 1984. Ironic it is that I would be thrown out of it like rubble from the siblings that were once respected family. One good probate attorney will get me my share of the estate of my dad’s, that I never got. I would rather simply get what I have coming to me by CA State Law.

Anyone know of a good probate attorney, let me know his or her name. I need one who will take me case pro bono or who will agree to take their fees out of what I am owed.

TotallyInspiredPC@gmail.com

Here I am sitting in the tranquil yet massive library at The University of Las Vegas, Nevada. I just went into the Student’s Service’s Building and talked to 3 wonderful young ladies that gave me a starter package, map and the directions to go to The Disabled Student’s Service Center. Knowing they were going to close in five minutes, I still wanted to orient myself with where the building was, so I could come back tomorrow. From the glass window on the steel door, I saw a beautiful, dark haired young lady wearing a pastel flowered dress emerge from the door with a white cane. Though she was blind she directed her gaze directly into my eyes as though she could see through my soul. She said her name was Rachel and she was the Director of the Disabled Student’s Program there. When I said I had epilepsy and wanted to finish a Bachelor’s Degree in either Communications or Journalism; I know I was in the right hands. She didn’t let her disability disable her or her true potential. Already I knew I met a lifelong friend and her presence inspired me to do great things and to work for others who are disabled showing anyone with epilepsy can accomplish anything.

I know if I never saw my mother again, who will be 83 years old on June 19th, 2014-which I will again-just not yet-I gave 13 years of my life to my parents and helped them pay their house payment by choosing to live next door to them. I made meals for them and stayed when I was offered jobs-but Mom needed me.

Mom has a staff of people helping her 24 hours a day where there was only me.

It is my time to thrive and to know I did my best and not what was easiest, but what I wouldn’t regret. I know each day will continue to get better and I will meet new people every day that I am here in Nevada. Where ever I go I hope to enlighten, educate and inspire and show others how not to give up.

I think that is why I was put on this earth really. You figure I nearly died four times, was almost killed in a fatal car accident back in 1990 and it was apparent that it simply was not my time to leave this earth. My good had not been done yet. The lives I would then impact with the books that were yet to be written, and are in the process-still had to be finished.

Life is like a rippling in a tranquil pond and the ripples that encircle the rock (like the actions you take) ripple outward to unknown passages. They not only affect the person you are helping, but in changing their life, you also change other lives they touch, and on and on.

In looking at all the many buildings here at UNLV and the specialties and sub-specialties contained in each; I know that the sky is the limit and about anything I would want to do, it will be made possible with student grants helping turn my honor roll GPA into a specialized program tailor made for me.

I will make you a bet that some of the blogs I have already go towards my work experience in a Communications degree or Life Experience at least. Even if they didn’t, all of it will make me ace the program I go into. I have 80 cumulative units from Golden West College in Huntington Beach, CA. My Associate Arts in Piano Pedagogy was attained in 1986 so we will have to see how many of my GED’s apply here. I hope most of them. AT the time I couldn’t make up my mind whether or not I wanted to be a Sign Language Interpreter or teach piano. I had many deaf friends and wanted to speak to them more fluently, maximizing our understanding. I finished all but some advanced classes and idioms in the sign program. I could probably get a degree in Special Education quite possibly. I am looking and thinking of all avenues here. At the time, interpreters could not explain to the person anything other than what was said in a class setting. I was very upset, when hearing from the counselor that I was supposed to take some bogus oath that I couldn’t explain to the student. What is the point then, I asked? I was told, I want Special Education, then I can explain. I guess they did away with that stupid law and now sign language interpreters don’t take any oath to interpret the concept only, and can do what’s needed so understanding is achieved. It’s about time. I did enjoy working with developmentally disabled people with Dayle Macintosh years ago when I taught them to count change and cook, telling them in sign language how. I also taught 2 children piano who wore two hearing aids, piano by changing the audible to visual. They heard vibrations and sensed pitch and did the seeming impossible.

Then I will request the transcripts from Chapman University in Orange, CA and see what my Master’s Certification in Voluntary Leadership equates to in Units, or how it applies to what I am doing now.
It is both a discovery and exciting all at once.

In a week I will be meeting with Christian the son of the owner Arturo Marquis of Mama Maria’s Mexican Restaurant in Las Vegas. I am going to write a Feature Story for the family and shoot 100 photographs for them, and conduct an interview with Christian, telling the story about how the restaurant evolved. That will bring me needed money, since with the move, hotels, Greyhound bus fare and a host of expenses-a week is about all I want to go on $20 with.

Financially things are at a temporary lull, but since I am settled now, in a week things will look brighter and I will be involved on a new exciting project. I enjoy what I do and there is nothing better than doing what you love and making money doing it. That is what my upcoming workbook called “A Fire in Your Soul” will be about.

My cook book has been moving at a snail’s pace, but I will begin to make progress on it once again. For now it is called “You Think You Don’t Cook, huh? Think Again!” by Paulette Le Pore Motzko.
This year some of my newsletters I created last year I want to promote in new and synergistic ways. My “Quest For A Cancer Cure” I want to show to places like The American Cancer Society and then monetize it with adds related to cancer and therapies that will help someone diagnosed with cancer, but will make money for the project. I also want to show The St. Jude’s Children Foundation, because every dime donated goes to cancer research.

My newsletter called “The Epilepsy News Source” I want to show to CURE-Citizens for Research for Epilepsy-because I know what I created has never been done and covers topics like neuroscience, epilepsy, neurology, patient, health, mind/body/spirit medicine. I would like to contact pharmaceutical companies and have them place ads on it monetizing the newsletter and raising money for epilepsy research.

The way I would describe about me going back to college and expanding my mind, my potential and just happening to get a degree from it.

If I were a vessel I would be a glass vase full of small white flowers. By learning and expanding my horizons, in one year, if you took that same vessel full of flowers there will be double the blooms! The capacity of who I am and what I have done can be maximized so I will be able to earn a living doing something that makes me financially stable.

By learning more than what I now know, I am altering my field of reference and the ideas and concepts I know and it allows me to accomplish and do things I might have never, meet class mates I would have never and be forced to do assignments that will test my reserve and resolve to finish what I began. I love sort of thing and thrive on it. That is why as a teacher of piano for 20 years; you cannot compare a class experience to a computer or satellite one. I know there are those who will argue, but you don’t have the compounded intellect of a class room working together, fueled together to answer the questions of the instructor.

I am smart enough to know that by those very people in the classes I will take come September, will enhance my life in new ways never imagined.

As a person who knows up-close-and personal what having two parents with dementia was like, and watching their lives atrophy and their minds stagnate by not staying active reading and learning and doing stimulating things; I don’t want to be like they were and follow down that same path. I want to keep doing and becoming for as long as I live and creating new things that help others-be it a story, a poem, a recipe, a book, a newsletter, a resume, a presentation, a captivating or a song that you can sing with words.

I was blessed with a creative mind that can see complex processes and never realized it until going on Vimpat 3 years ago. The drug created by UCB in Belgium had only a handful of side effects, none of them severe, and a success rate unparalleled by any other in history. I went on it when I found it in my neurologist’s office in a neurology book and asked if I could take it with Tegretol as an adjunct drug, and so I did. A new life with a new mind is what I lived, and health was mine, and my mind was able to think in new ways I could never before. Quite a miraculous change from a lady who used to be in my “chariot of fire” red scooter because I had more than 50 simple partial seizures a day from intractable catamenial epilepsy.

I will be going to apply for Medicaid here in Nevada, and was told two years ago by a director of the Social Service Dept. of Nevada, that it would be easy to apply for. I should be eligible immediately because they can verify I had Cal-Optima in California, the only reason I stayed in CA was my medical insurance, but with no house, no home, it wasn’t much to stay for.

And so with sparse funds and all the rooms for rent in San Diego County becoming available in July-I left Orange County, CA for greener, cheaper pastures in the windy desert of Las Vegas, Nevada. After a tumultuous start, moving around from room to rent 3 times, looks like the 3rd time is a charm.
I guess in looking at this, 1834 words later, I can show it to the career counselors to help them understand what I have done, and what paths will best make the most of what I possess.

Just remember, if you are over 30 years old, don’t stereotype yourself as “you’re too old”, putting yourself out to pasture like an old cow or sheep. As long as you live and breathe, let it be a day you learned something, did what you truly love and are blessed and talented to do. Life will never ever become boring, if you do. Take a class, learn and make some new friends. Maybe you don’t want to go for a degree, that’s fine. Take a class or two about something you have always wanted to know more about. Venture out on your own. Make your own blazing trails.

 Keep “using it so you don’t lose it” above the neck and below the waist! That is the adapted version of what my dear Nanny used to say-my dad’s mother who lived with us and helped raise me. She made the most of the least and proved that ingenuity and strength and courage go a long way in this world.

 

 

 

 

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