WHAT IF?

 12.29.2023


What if.... ??

What if I had taken the road less traveled?  What if I had pushed harder to get my Health Occupations teacher to get me hours with the veterinarian across the road from the second high school I had attended?  What if the guidance counselor at my primary high school had asked what I wanted to do and had actually looked at the classes I chose and guided me towards college as a means to launch me into the life I wanted?  Had either of those two things happened, my life would have been so vastly different.  I would have been a veterinarian, or maybe I would have found the story I wanted to write much earlier in life.  

What if I told someone... anyone..  about what happened at my grandparent's house and why I locked the bathroom door and dropped the key down the air vent so no one could get in, would they still have been upset and angry? 

Had I driven up to my sister's camp with her and the baby the day I came home from my trip when she asked if I wanted to go, would I have recognized something was wrong and gotten her to the hospital much earlier?  Would she have had access to a different physician who came to the hospital when he was called the first time to check on her?  Would she have lived?

If I had left him sooner, would my kids lives have been better? 

If I spent more time every day writing my book, would it be done sooner?  At least this one I can answer with a resounding YES!!  The rest, I will never know because I didn't push or explain or go or leave but I can write.  I am at a point in my life where I can see all these things and accept them, but I still have the scars of those things, and some of them will never completely heal.  




 


Comments

  1. BethNovember 29, 2023 at 3:11 PM

    This stopped me in my tracks and I just sat with it for a bit. "What if" sounds so easy until you roll back over the years and stop along the way at some of the biggest what ifs. I want to hug that little girl who locked herself in the bathroom.

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    1. CherieDecember 8, 2023 at 8:24 PM

      Thank you, Beth. That little girl is long gone now. Locked away in the far reaches of me but I give her as much love and comfort as I can from where I am now. She doesn't let most people see it and I never talk about her much, and certainly not in public, but felt safe to do that here. She would hug you back so hard that she may never let go.

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  2. NiceInOhioDecember 6, 2023 at 1:08 AM

    And now my nosy mind is wondering about all your "what ifs". Maybe in another blog?

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    1. CherieDecember 8, 2023 at 8:27 PM

      The most impactful moments of my life are here - good and bad. Maybe in a different blog. The interesting thing about blogging is that I never know what will come out on the page.

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  3. AliciaoftheGBEDecember 8, 2023 at 7:08 AM

    Wow. I wish I knew how to put emojis on these blogs. But my heart was in a in a knot in my chest for you omg. You write with such emotion that it's impossible not to be drawn in by that. It's actually the next day after I read this and I'm still feeling it.

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  4. CherieDecember 8, 2023 at 8:32 PM

    Thank you, Alicia, this was an amazing compliment. I guess I don't know any other way to write except what I feel. When I get it right it pours out unguarded and feels like I just let it come through me. It was not what I planned to write about. It is like my very first blog that I ever wrote on MySpace. I was in a lot of emotional pain and after I wrote it, I found peace. That's what this feels like.

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