The Meeting of Two Artistic Souls: Paulette and Ruby
Photos of us together at The Bahama Breeze will be added of us that were taken as soon as I get them from Ruby P.
Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
7 Rules of Life image found on Facebook from Image From The Heart
Ray of Light Photo found on Flickr
Copyright July 2014
July 11-12, 13th, 2014
Ever meet someone who comes into your life like a ray of sun after 20 days of darkness? Ever look into someone’s eyes and you immediately connect? I did earlier today with Ruby P. I met her at the University of Las Vegas NV yesterday afternoon when I was once again hoping and praying I would find my way to the Disabled Students Center, and felt as lost as I had felt each time I was there. I hate being confused and lost.
I never had trouble like that at Golden West College in Huntington Beach and got a grip quickly after looking around. I never had that trouble when I was in the Master’s Certification program at Chapman University in Orange, CA where I graduated top of my class in the Voluntary Leadership Program and held the Summit Meeting, which was an honor and also a major accomplishment I will relish the rest of my life. I think the trouble is with the University of Las Vegas is too me it has too many of the buildings look alike with nothing to differentiate them. People paid $250 each to hear me speak about what epilepsy was and wasn’t and I filled up a classroom at Chapman U of about 50 people. It was a wonderful experience and it wasn’t even difficult to do. It was as though I had lived my whole life preparing me to do that; it was extraordinary. I didn’t tell them I had it until the end of the hour long presentation with an overhead projector and Power Point handouts. To see the shock on their face and the tears in their eyes when they looked at me and smiled and said “I never ever would have guessed you had epilepsy; I thought a friend of yours did, like you said. You didn’t let your disability get you down.” Those words were better than the applause and it was what I worked for since being a kid at nine years old made fun of and called names by a bunch of brats called kids who made fun of anything and anyone who was different than them. A few stood out like Sandra Newman and Cheryl Lightcap-who was blind and who didn’t judge and helped and knew ME-the person.
Anyhow, back to my meeting of Ruby who saw me at ULVN lost and said, “Hello Sweetheart, can I help you? Are you lost?” At that point, I was disheveled and worn out, hot and sweaty, (all of which I cannot stand.) Prior to meeting Ruby I was going through an ordeal getting my Tegretol prescription at Walgreens this week; I passed out two days before from the heat and carrying too much on the bus-with all my “people” I know gone on a trip to Los Angeles. Ironic that they went where I have wanted to go to go to my storage vaults there. Due to lack of communication and never being able to talk to the lady who owns the place I rent-no way. So close and so far away.
Even though I wore my sunscreen and more in the makeup I wore that day, my cheeks were flushed looking and I felt worn out. I will get the scooter or my Chariot of Fire, as I called it back in 1998 when I was having intractable auras every day to the point where, even with 3 medications, they were not working. Now, provided I am in the heat for short periods, which isn’t possible YET, and I keep myself hydrated, I am fine. I have a stable place I can call “home” now. It isn’t mine and what I used isn’t mine, but it is something and stable. I am moving up on the rung of life and though it rakes on my nerves because I have been waiting for so long…but I am used to having my own. My things may not impress others, but they are mine and after all I have lost, they are all I have left…along with my great friends who asked every day-how are you? Where are you? What is going on? I was entitled to a housing voucher since the amount I get in SSI is very low. Perhaps some string pulling can be done and this post I will have the mayor of Nevada read and see what results from it. The open mouth gets fed in this world, and I don’t mean eating!
Prior to meeting Ruby in the hot and steamy parking lot-I had said an emphatic prayer asking God to see to it I would never be alone and my life would be easier. Within 10 minutes Ruby appeared as though a messenger from God. It was longer than this but what I basically said was: “C’mon God, I am a nice lady and I am trying to work hard and seeing nothing for it. Make things easier on me…please, for God’s Sake and don’t allow me to walk alone any more. I am sick of it. End my struggles.”
Image found on Pinterest, SimpleeSerene.com
Ruby was there and heard of some of my trials and tribulations and, even though I didn’t ask for a darn thing, she went to her purse and looked to see what she had and simply kindly gave it to me. When I saw her pull out a $5, and then another $5, and then another $5 and lastly another $5-I just look astonished and shocked at the same time and felt bad she was handing it to me, but I needed it and with the kind smile on her face, with her son Josh standing there smiling-I took it and said a whopping “thank you” and we hugged.
You see, what nothing is for one is everything for another. I remember when I was married to the rocket scientist and money was not even thought of, was always there-I gave $20 bills to homeless people that were living in the streets-and I saw them there. I was never in the street-but I have seen some bad places and dangerous places, just because they were cheap.
(I felt like I won the slots in Vegas. (I have been here 2 months and haven’t put one quarter in a slot machine-why? I can’t afford it. After paying two months’ rent in one month and buying a few household things, a very few personal care products-the money was gone after paying my phone bill. But then again, when you get under a thousand bucks a month-it vaporizes.)
She invited me to go to Bahama Breeze restaurant and, once again, asked me again and I my heart was melted by her kindness and generosity combined. It had been ages since I rode in an SUV or any car for that matter, since I am always schlepping around on a bus on my own. She ordered coconut shrimp, onion rings the size of donuts with coconut breading-which were amazing, empanadas with a curry beef and vegetable filling and lobster quesadillas. I am not sure if I died and went to heaven between the company, the beautiful tropical surroundings and then the food.
Turns out Ruby is a visionary woman like me who can see photos in her head of what she wants to paint and does graphic design reminiscent of her favorite artist Picasso. Her digital paintings she showed me on her IPad were simple but elegant but had intricate stories about her life imbedded in each one. With each word she told me about why she painted the photo, I saw how deep feeling she was.
I knew also that she and I would collaborate on creative endeavors be it written, painted, digital imaging, web sites, books, videos-or a combination of many of these mediums. She was born with special gifts and I was born with special gifts-so unique and so different from one another, but each can understand the other and appreciate what the other does in a way that two usually cannot.
Financial hardship is temporary and it is because I don’t have all of the things I earn a living with at my fingertips like my desk, books and piano-to teach on. I am finding new business leads in marketing, writing projects and photography projects that are highly rewarding, more rewarding than teaching ever was. I paid the house payment when the ex lost his job with Boeing years ago in our 6 bedroom cape cod style house. I had 20 piano students in Sandy, UT and taught every Mormon kid up and down the block. It was a wonderful place to live and have only great things to say about the Mormon church and their philosophies. I didn’t agree about everything they did, but you don’t have to. You only have to show respect for the other’s beliefs, and I did, so I got respect in return. Pretty simple stuff really.
I wrote a piece before this comparing me as the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes-which was my past life in southern CA.
In it I mentioned about my longing to find a good man, a gentleman, an intelligent, intellectual, generous-man-other than my dear friend Ron B-who doesn’t want a relationship or to marry.
The man I am thinking of moving in with who is a gentleman and kind and good is Greg M. We have been friends-which he was smart enough to see I really needed one. The trouble is he has no phone and there are decisions to be made and I need someone who can be reached.
I am not sure yet who my room mate will be but it will be someone financially & mentally stable…pretty funny requirements, but in southern CA, I never met anyone that met those simple requirements who was a good person that I would want to wake up every day and look at! Or, they were on drugs. Tons of drugees in CA all going to surf on the beach covered with tatoos and piercings in strange places.
In Las Vegas, NV people make eye contact, which is refeshing, go out on a limb to help you, and are not wired up to their bluetooths as often or texting all the time.
A man named Fred called me tonight- who is an electric engineer met at a restaurant and who took a liking to me-and was visiting Las Vegas when he was but had a house in Los Angeles. He wanted to go out with me and is single. I have always liked engineers and they have always liked me because I am creative. Time will tell.
One thing is for sure, God does listen when you pray a desperate prayer calling out into the oblivion.
You have to be very specific though. The more specific you are the better your results will be.
I know I will never be alone again. By moving to Nevada, I have met wonderful, kind, thoughtful caring people who have shown me more genuine kindness and who have not lost humanity, as I saw from my own family.
Sometimes your family is nobody you are related to-that was my case it turned out. I am not the only one in the world that can say that, which gives me some consolation. Sometimes people choose things instead of people, greed instead of generosity, and apathy instead of love.
I began with my mother, who read to me before I was ever born, then taught me phonics, the piano, the guitar, kindness, compassion and a giving spirit. For her I began and with her I end it seems, with friends that are stellar who would do anything for me, and I them.
I created this photo quote from words my mother Ramona Lea Le Pore said to me…
I have a nice place to live and it will continue to get better and better. Through the literal hell I went through last year I was shown genuine love and kindness and to the point of doing without from one of my friends let me sleep in his own bed and he slept on the couch! I swear to God-and for that I will never ever forget-and will help him in every way I can. Another friend helped me get my medicine and is sending it to me. He cares more for me in his little finger than the “family” I am related to. If you lumped all my siblings and my brother-in-law/power of attorney together, they lack the compassion, integrity, intelligence to create even one normal person! Everything has a cause and effect in this world. They responded in the worst possible way to what should have been loving kindness and sensitivity to their sister-and they failed miserably where my mother Ramona’s needs were concerned-monetarily and physically. I am broke largely because I bought my mother what she needed as well as myself since only I was making sure she had what she needed. I also enjoyed spending time with her, because with advanced Alzheimer’s disease, I knew my time would be limited with her. So, whatever she wanted she got-while I was with her. All the focus was on dad.
I apologize if some of my regular fans and readers have heard this before, or something similar to it. In writing this, I wanted to just “get it all out there and then move on”. It is needed so I can re-build myself and move forward in a healthy way.
I had no medical care as long as I got alimony and my medical care costs a lot of money. I was selling things to afford my pills, and I am not kidding! I couldn’t collect alimony and SSI; it was either one or the other. I don’t know who makes the rules in CA, but they need revamping! Now in a week or so, with the help of my friend Ruby, she is driving me to the Medicaid office and it should a pretty easy thing, according to what I have been told in very high places, and from people who have done it.
My goals this week are to switch the Medical to Medicaid. That is my goal this week and to call some places where I can get a scooter for around town….
The above sentence was typed last night around midnight. Today Ruby calls me and tells me I can borrow a scooter she has that she isn’t using that would help me more than her. Yes, it is an answered prayer. Trick is, one more hinge-where I live is upstairs and there is no storage! (God likes playing games like this with me, making things hard and giving me something then making it impossible or near impossible to accept the gift!) I am a more industrious thinker than that though. I have two friends who live walking distance from me: One is Dr. Tariku Mekonnen-who happens to be sitting across from me at Starbucks-as though God put him there. We know the answer to the root of the problem is simply move to a ground level room, which I will begin looking. Then I can have a garage or storage for it. Where can I live for $350 a month here in Las Vegas, NV-or is there an even better plan awaiting me? I think so; I know so. IT was great while it lasted and was a good launching platform to catapult me to better and bigger and more harmonious places, where it is quieter and where I see the people I live with and I choose who I live with. There is a huge difference in that statement.
If I lived on ground level I could take my hand cart and put my computer and camera and other things in it-which is like the trunk of my invisible Mustang Turbo! Hey, when you don’t drive you have to invest in the best shoes made because my feet are my tires, and they have to carry me a long way.
I don’t drive due to a very near fatal accident over 15 years ago, and I am happy to be here. I can pay for a nice rental car and someone to drive it, and I will happily be the passenger and hand-select the right music to listen to….and put a smile on the driver’s face. That is where I was supposed to be. It is safer there than behind the wheel. The ex-used to always tell me “go for your independence” all the time, and like a nut I did. Then the worst nightmare happened; I had a seizure behind the wheel and the car ended up gnarled up in the chain link fence of a school yard! The worst part was I was unconscious and didn’t see the accident happen! I was unconscious for a while-then a guy who saw it happen called the paramedics and all along Sheer Lane in Huntington Beach, CA-where our house was-at the time-were people praying and hoping I would emerge unscathed. I didn’t have one scratch and no kids were killed-THANK GOD TEN TIMES OVER. That was enough for me. I am a quick learner and I must have said thank God a thousand times and said “I will never do this again!” I almost lost everything including my future by having a little so called “independence”. I heard my neighbors applaud and say “Thank God she’s alive!” The Ford Tempo I was in looked like a dinosaur from Jurassic Park picked it up and smashed it and threw it a mile. So, you could lay thousands of dollars on a platter and I wouldn’t drive if you paid me. I also wouldn’t do drugs that I don’t need, or drink because it would interfere with the medicine I take and send me to a hospital I don’t really want to go to. (I can think of much more fun things to do. Besides, I get drunk of Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider!)
I am a rich person because I have what I need and a lot of what I want now. Not all of what I want, but I will get it because I have been told by people that I have “drive” and “moxy” and courage and a “will of iron” and I am not afraid to work and to study to get something good in the end. I have also been told by a Maria Lourdes Lipardo, a friend who lives in the Philippines that I am transparent. Ruby told me today that “You are a truly sweet woman” and last night she said to me, which had me think and rethink myself because I never heard it: “Goodnight Sweet Child of God.” One thing’s for sure, I never talk bad about anybody’s back-unless it is truthful- who are in my life, because I am not friends with anyone like that!
This week I got everything I needed and a few unexpected extraordinary unique GIFTS that no money can buy like my new friend RUBY P.