Small Miracles

Alta Mira is all about people.  It always has been and always will be.  In our "Small Miracles" blog, we aim to share real stories about real people -- our clients.  We share their stories because we know that many, many people need to hear these transformational messages of possibility, acceptance and hope.  For your safety, you are asked to remain seated as you read these posts.  Your spirit, however, is free to soar!

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Our Vacation: Part 4

by Virginia Ruth Abeyta

Editor's Note:  The following is the final entry of a four part blog post by Alta Mira client, Virginia Ruth Abeyta.  Virginia uses special software to write.  We think you'll find her musings on her vacation to Memphis -- complete with adventures in shopping and flying --insightful, inspiring and humorous.  Be sure to check back every week for a new installment.  Enjoy!

Memphis Rock n Roll Museam and Beal Street
We went to the museum and we saw more about Elvis and what he did back then.  They have an old juke box.  There were pictures of Marily Monroe, James Dean and Minnie Pearl, with the tag on her hat.
It was cold and windy in Memphis the whole time we were there.  We had lunch at the Blues City Cafe, "The Best Meal on Beal."  Lunch really was great -- we had a Hot Apple Dummpling with ice cream for dessert.  It was so good.  We went into lots of stores and saw the horse and buggies all over the place.  We went into an old mercantile store.  It had old hardwood floors that were uneven.  That is where I found My Perfect Pet.  Her name is Grace.  We went back to the hotel and went out to eat.  Later we packed for our trip home.  Our flight home was much better than our flight there.  We upgraded our tickets to first class.  That was real nice. 
This was the best vacation I ever had, THE BEST!

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Our Vacation
Our Vacation

by Virginia Ruth Abeyta

Editor's Note:  The following is Part Three of a four part blog post by Alta Mira client, Virginia Ruth Abeyta.  Virginia uses special software to write.  We think you'll find her musings on her vacation to Memphis -- complete with adventures in shopping and flying --insightful, inspiring and humorous.  Be sure to check back every week for a new installment.  Enjoy!

Part Three:  Sun Studio
Today we went to the legendary Sun Studio.  We saw some more of Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee Lewis and others.  We saw where tehy all made records.  There were lots of pohotos of them.  We saw all kinds of camera and Brownie cameras.  I saw pictures of Elivs and him Mom and Dad.  Elvis Presley graduated from high shcool in 1958 and his school's name was Homer High.  When we went downstairs, we saw the real studio.  It had drums and electric guitars.  We saw where he stood when he was singing. There was a big X on the floor where he stood.  Elvis stood on the right side and the other guys stood on teh left side.  They have an old microphone and lots of old equipment that they used back then. 

There were pictures of different artists there, too.  We went back to the gift shop and got lots of Elvis movies and some cds.  We went to another souvenir shop and got more stuff.  It is about the same everywhere.

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Our Vacation
Our Vacation

by Virginia Ruth Abeyta

Editor's Note:  The following is Part Two of a four part blog post by Alta Mira client, Virginia Ruth Abeyta.  Virginia uses special software to write.  We think you'll find her musings on her vacation to Memphis -- complete with adventures in shopping and flying --insightful, inspiring and humorous.  Be sure to check back every week for a new installment.  Enjoy!

Elvis Aron Presley is the King of Rock and Roll
Part 2:  Elvis Presley's Home and His Family:

We got up and had breakfast.  We walked across a little bridge and parking lot to the ticket sales office, got our tickets for the tour and got on the shuttle bus.  We went on a tour to see where Elvis used to live and it is a big house.  It is a pretty house, a pretty, white house.  Then we went in the house.

The inside is big and it has an upstairs and a downstairs and a finished basement.  The entry was big and opened to the living room on the right and beyond that was the piano room.  It was beautiful.  The dining room wa off the entry to the left.  It was big and had a TV in it.  Ahead was a hallway that took us to the guest room where Elvis' mom and dad lived.  They had their own bathroom.  There there are stairs to Elvis and Priscilla's rooms.  Lisa Marie's room was up there, too.  Their rooms were blocked off.  It was private so we didn't get to see them. Through the dining room was the kitchen and in the kitchen we saw some dishes in the cabinet.  They were dishes with big apples on them jus like the ones my Mom had.  That was neat!

Then we went to the enxt room -- it was a family room and they called it the "Jungle Room."  It has a waterfall in it and another piano.  There was a guitar and a teddy bear, too.  We went down the stairs to the basement and there was a game room with a pool table in it.  There was a TV room with three TVs in it.  There was a big sode bar inthe TV room, too.  There we went to the backyard and we saw Lisa Marie's swing set and a bujilding where Elvis's father's office was and a shooting range where Elvise would shoot his guns.

We saw a big swimming pool in the back yard where Elvis and his friends and family enjoyed being together.  There was a big building that was full of all hlis awards and gold records.  Some of theclothes he wore in his movies and records of all the money he fave away to people.  He was a good and kind mann. 

In another building, he had a rackeball court and a sitting area where people could watch the games or play a piano and sing.  That is where Elvis sang his last song before he went back to the big house for the night.  He passed away the next morning.  We saw where he was buried by his house.  His Mom and Dad, his twin brother and his grandmother are also buried there.  His twin brother died at birth.  Elvis always felt bad about his twin's death. 

After the tour was over, we took the shuttle back to the Plaza.  We had lunch and went ot see his planes.  We felt that Elvis was there with us.  You have to be there to feel it and to understand it. 

We asw teh DJs at the Sirius satellite radio station and talked to therm.  Big Jim, Argo and one other guy.  I got three autographs, but I wanted George Klein's.  He was Elvis' friend but he wasn't there.  We saw Elvis' cars and clothes.  We bought lots of souvenirs to bring home.  We went back to see teh house again so we were sure we didn't miss anything.

Check out next week's installment when Virginia visits Sun Studio!

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Our Vacation

by Virginia Ruth Abeyta

Editor's Note:  The following is Part One of a four part blog post by Alta Mira client, Virginia Ruth Abeyta.  Virginia uses special software to write.  We think you'll find her musings on her vacation to Memphis -- complete with adventures in shopping and flying --insightful, inspiring and humorous.  Be sure to check back every week for a new installment.  Enjoy!

Elvis Aron Presley is the King of Rock and Roll
Part 1:  Our Vacation -- Memphis, Tennessee -- Graceland

We flew from Albuquerque, NM to Dallas, Texas.  We got to the airport in Albuquerque and our airplane from Albuquerque to Dallas was late.  So we got off to a late start.  We got to the airport in Dallas thinking we would miss our airplane to Memphis.  We ran so fast to the new gate, only to find out that the plane to Memphis was two hours late, too.  We were hungry and needed a bathroom and had two hours to get both things done.  After we had ordered our lunch and Aunt Bev and I were talking about all the things we were going to do in Memphis when she remembered the time change from Albuquerque to Dallas.  We had only 40 minutes to get our food and get back to the gate.  Our waiter boxed our food and we ran for the gate again.  We made it!  We ate our lunch on the plane.
It was a bumpy flight.  The pilot could not land when we got to Memphis because the airport had closed.  We flew around in circles for a long time, it was real bumpy.  I was a little scared.  We had to go to Little Rock, Ark. because we were low on gas.  We sat on the ground for a long time.  When they opened the airport in Memphis, we took off again. 

It was rainy and cold when we got there.  The shuttle took us to the "Heartbreak Hotel."  The hotel had a real nice gift shop and I got an ELVIS wristwatch.  We got to the hotel and check in.  We went up to our room.  The hotel had pictures of Elvis hanging over our beds, so we can honestly say we sleep with Elvis!  The room was nice and we had two big pictures of Elvis on the wall.  It seemed he was right there with us.  It was late so we had dinner there and went to bed.

The next night we got dressed up to go out to eat.  Aunt Bev called the restaurant and they sent a car for us.  We rode in a Pink Cadillac and we got our picture taken beside it.  The restaurant was called Marlowe's World Famous BBQ.  The food was real good -- I ate too much!  They told us Elvis used to order food from there and have it delivered to Graceland.  They had a gift shop and we bought lots of souvenirs there.  Did I say the food was good?!  We went back to the hotel riding in our Pink Cadillac.  It was getting late so we went to bed and went right to sleep. 

It was rainy and windy and cold, but we didn't mind because we were in Graceland and we were having a good time!

Check out next week's installment when Virginia visits the King's home!


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Quiet Confidence

By Nadine Dunning and Nancy Hunt

Many years ago, Margaret began working in a classroom with children with a variety of special needs.  Many of these children had complex medical issues. Working alongside therapists and other specialists, she became very interested in all the information she was exposed to and was eager to learn skills which would benefit these children.

Margaret learned quickly and was very conscientious in her implementation of the techniques the occupational therapist taught her. As the young mom of a child with special needs herself, Margaret began to discover a passion in working with these children. One child in particular was experiencing difficulty learning to sit and stand.  Day after day, she worked with him to stretch his hamstring muscles.  The child’s family had an appointment with an orthopedic doctor at Carrie Tingley Hospital, which at that time was in Truth or Consequences, NM, 150 miles away.  Margaret worked closely with this family, so when the time came to make the trip, they asked her to accompany them and she agreed. 

After examining the child, the doctor diagnosed shortened hamstrings which would require surgery.  Margaret, with a quiet confidence in her knowledge of this child, explained to the doctor that in a sitting position the child had limited trunk control. It was this lack of trunk control, and not shortened hamstrings, that was affecting his ability to sit upright.  She showed the doctor the improved range of motion in his hamstrings, as a result of the stretching exercises they had been doing.  The doctor took all of this information into consideration and changed his diagnosis based on Margaret’s knowledge of this child, saving him from unnecessary surgery! 
 

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Toni Made a Friend

Toni made a friend. 

Why does that matter, and who cares anyway?

A little over a year ago, Toni moved to New Mexico from out of state.  She has no family here, and until very recently she had no friends.  Work brought her here.  Not really an unusual story.  Yet. 

Toni is the single mom of young twins.  Both have developmental disabilities and both require an arduous amount of time and attention.  Sure, Toni was tired.  Her work was demanding; her children’s needs were sometimes exhausting.  But she could handle it.  Right up until she got the diagnosis:  Cancer.

Imagine facing the prospect of having to undergo surgery to remove cancer and there is absolutely no one in your life that is up to the challenge of caring for your special needs children while you are in the hospital.  Imagine having to undergo chemotherapy and having nowhere to leave your children while you receive treatment.  I guess you’d try to do what Toni did…you take them with you.  The kids get scared and act out in ways that can be disruptive in a medical setting. You get anxious and are tempted to forgo future treatments.  You’re torn between your two worst nightmares:  not surviving and leaving your exceptionally vulnerable children behind; or, having your children removed from your home. 

In the midst of her struggles, someone referred Toni to Alta Mira.  “Alta Mira helped me keep my family together during one of the most difficult times anyone could ever imagine,” Toni reports.  “Respite care from Alta Mira gave me the chance to concentrate a little on my own health care needs.  I take advantage of the time my children are in respite to find additional support in the community.” 

Some of that additional support came in the form of a friend who often volunteers to look after the children while Toni attends to work, appointments or just rests and recovers from the side effects of her treatment. 

Sometimes it doesn’t take a lot to completely transform a life or even a whole family of lives.  Sometimes it just takes a little bit of care at just the right time to get someone back on their feet.

That’s why it matters that Toni made a friend.  And, that’s why we all should care.

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Every Waking Moment
by "Vicki"

“Every waking moment.” It was a phrase I’d often heard, but it wasn’t until my son was born with Down syndrome that I knew what it meant. From the moment of his birth, my life changed profoundly in ways that are both indescribably beautiful and unspeakably difficult. 
 
“Your baby has Down syndrome,” the doctor said. 
 
I was incredulous. “My baby has Down syndrome? No. That can’t be right. This is the child I’ve been dreaming about my whole life. This is the child my husband and I underwent five years of fertility treatments to have. There is no more wanted child in the universe…he can’t have Down syndrome.” 

But he does.
 
And ever since, those words – Down syndrome – have floated in front of me, big and black and wavering and menacing. They hang between me and the mirror as I get ready for work. They float between me and the flowers as I tend my garden. They lurk between me and my friends as we talk. Worst of all, they are between me and my son as I gaze at his heartbreakingly beautiful face. They are always, always there, those silent ghost-words that stand between me and the real life that I’m supposed to be living.
 
Even worse than the words is the thought: “My child has Down syndrome.” That thought, that inner whisper, demands attention. It always precedes every other thought. When the phone rang in the middle of the night, my first thought was not, “This is it. Dad has died.” My first thought was “My child has Down syndrome,” and then “Oh no. Dad is gone.” When facing a deadline at work, “My child has Down syndrome,” always precedes, “I have got to get this project done.” When an old friend calls with great news, “My child has Down syndrome,” comes before “How wonderful!”   It’s nothing if not predictable. 
 
The other parents I’ve talked to about this all describe the same thing or something very similar. “When does it stop?” I’d ask. “We’ll let you know if it ever does,” was their reply.
 
June 4, 2009 at 2:59am is a moment I’ll never forget. I woke with a start to the sound of a loud “CRASH!” coming from my backyard. “What’s going on?! What is that noise!?” I thought. That was my first thought. For the first time in more than 17 years, “My child has Down syndrome” took second place in the race for my conscious. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out what was different, and when I did, the relief and fear of that moment paralyzed me. And, it has me still buried under a landslide of emotions.
 
I have no idea what caused the loud “CRASH!” in my yard very early last Thursday morning. 

I like to think it was the sound of my real life, finally showing up.

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