Late follow up to the ghost convo, we called our entity P.G. for obvious reasons. As soon as he got a name, the tension went right out of the relationship.

"Stop being something that could possible involve me!"

Oy. If only. It feels like so MANY situations just lay in wait for me to stumble upon them to behave responsibly.

Once, when Taylor and I were camping, I began to freak all the way out. Seriously jumping out of my skin. Taylor was furious when I forced him to pack up and leave in the middle of the night.

As we pulled up onto the highway, we passed a small, white dog sitting in the road. Taylor did not want to stop but I was hysterical. It came to pass that the little dog had been run over and was slowly dying in agony.

If we had tried to move him from the top of that mountain, it would have made things so much worse. These were the days before cell phones or gps. We could not have found a vet or even anyone to ask.

I took out my gun to put him out of his misery. (Yes, when I was married to a cop, I was required to keep a gun to hand. Never since.)

My husband would not let me do it, for fear I would miss and do more harm. Despite my declaration that I would stand with him, he demanded that I get in the truck and hide my eyes.

As soon as the shot rang out, I felt the most amazing sense of relief all through my body I have ever known, before or since.) It may not be that the creature asked for my help, but he sure got it.

Bless Taylor's heart. He was a hero.

Poor doggie, but so lucky you and Taylor were there.

t edit I swear that every time I read something like this, or some sad story (or sad story with an uplifting ending) about an animal on FB, I get up and go hug Kato. Which is hilarious since he likes hugs about as much as I do.

Heh. I have the same impulse and Cagney loves attention, but not hugs so much.

On a vacation many years ago, we were traveling the back way from Vegas to Arizona because Hoover Dam was closed (this was before the alternate route around the dam). It was barely dawn. Friend and I were in the front seat and Hubby was asleep in the back. We were working our way through the windy desert roads when Hubby bolts upright and yells "Pull over, pull over!"

Friend immediately coasts to the shoulder as we come around a blind corner. Fifty feet ahead of us, a pickup truck is on its roof. The people from a car that had been coming the other way were helping a girl out of the truck cab. We'd have slammed into all of them if Hubby hadn't yelled.

Being the days before cellphones, the other car drove off back to the nearest town to alert the authorities. Hubby, former cop and fireman, grabbed the flares he always carried and put them out up and down the road. I sat next to the dazed and bruised girl in her ripped up nice clothes. She'd been driving to meet her boyfriend and had fallen asleep. It was his truck, and she was crying about that. I told her he'd be happy she was alright.

See?

I follow the motto: Believe nothing, but entertain all possibilities.

Hearing stuff like this just makes me certain that there is so much we can just can't comprehend.

On a totally ME note, I am asking for a lot of help over the next month to win an accolade that could potentially change my life.

I've got a lot going on, and winning this thing will make facilitating those changes a lot easier.

It's not hard help, just a lot of help.

Two years ago, I began talking to our City Paper about adding a 'Best Life Coach' category to their Best of list. It worked!

Now, I really, really want to win. That means soliciting clicks for votes. You don't have to live here or even know me!

I'm just hoping that folks who do know me will talk to folks who don't with a 'please do this' request.

Right now, I'm setting up the voting widget to seed everywhere.

I can add a tagline. Right now I'm thinking:

Bonny has the answers you need!

I also thought about:

Everybody needs a little help sometimes.

What do you think? Which or something better?

Did I mention how much I want to win this thing?

How about "Here to Help When you Need it" Bonny has the answers sounds little braggy.

Once, when Taylor and I were camping, I began to freak all the way out. Seriously jumping out of my skin. Taylor was furious when I forced him to pack up and leave in the middle of the night.

We were working our way through the windy desert roads when Hubby bolts upright and yells "Pull over, pull over!"

I absolutely believe in paying attention to those sudden feelings and urges. Sometimes you never know why, and sometimes, like in these cases, you do. But there have been enough times I've paid attention to a "hunch" and been very glad I did, that I listen now.

Everybody needs a little help sometimes.

I like this one!

Thanks guys.

I really struggle with the braggy issue. There is such a fine line between getting the word out and self-promotion as a bad thing. By that, I mean, at the expense of others or to the exclusion of ethics.

The truth is, I love what I do so much that I want to reach as many people as I can. It's not about money, though making a living is not a bad thing. Nor is it about thinking that people have 'problems' that only I can solve. I just know that the people I have worked with become more fully themselves in a great way. Not better, just more.

Lawyers and doctors, psychiatrists and insurance salespeople surely get a hard time for what they do, but I've never heard one apologize for doing it. Sometimes I feel like it's expected that I should.

Even folks who don't believe in therapy or coaching must know that not everyone can see outside their circumstance far enough to find new ideas.

That is all I offer!