As we approach the end of another momentous year, I wanted to invite all of you to take some time and reflect on all the things that brought us to this moment. As you work through reflection on your own life story, I'll share a few tidbits from my own past.
It all started the day I was born. My mother gave birth to me at Walter B. Tutelage Hospital located essentially in the middle of the wilderness somewhere in Wyoming. My parents had chosen this hospital due to their belief that man and wolf should be cared for in the same facility.
My birth had many complications (all having to do with my physical appearance) and so the nurse brought me to the NICU to speed up my recovery. After what seemed liked an eternity for me at the time, I was finally deemed ready for the real world. The nurse wheeled me back to my parents room and they prepped me to go home.
This is where the first mix-up occurred. The nurse had mistaken the pup next to me for myself and brought him over to my parents. My parents assumed the physical appearance of the pup was due to my birth complication and paid no further attention to it. The wolf parents did notice, but were too afraid to say anything to the nurse as many of the employees of the hospital with in disagreement with Management surrounding the decision to allow wolves into the hospital, and often mistreated any wolves who spoke up. I was just happy that anyone wanted to take me home.
I was informed that it was around my 7th birthday when my parents finally realized they had taken the wrong baby home that fateful night at the hospital. The realization had come just a moment too late, as at this point I had been on my own for almost five years. My wolf parents tried their best to take care of me at first, but they had difficulty finding a place to live. When they first arrived to their pack with me, they were ostracized due to taking in a human child. The dynamics surrounding human and wolf interactions at that time was quite complicated and frankly I don't have time to delve into that aspect of that story at this time.
For two years my parents wandered around the country looking for a new place to live, as did my wolf parents. Eventually they determined that I was the cause of all their demise and left me to fend for myself. As a young, spry two-year-old, I was ready to take on the world and prove my worth. I don't remember much of the next five years, except that I obtained a habit of licking dishes. Although I had been away from civilization for many years, I knew that this was a habit I would need to hide as it wouldn't be widely accepted amongst my peers.
My childhood from seven until eighteen was as uneventful as 1453. In college I decided to live on my own to help keep my dish-licking obsession to myself. I eventually married the second love of my life (dish-licking being the first, obviously) all while keeping my obsession hidden away. At first I was careful, but as the years went on I started to become more and more lazy.
One thing led to another, and for the last few years I've been wandering the streets looking for any food establishment that might have left their doors unlocked for the night to allow me unfettered access to a stash of dishes.
Enough about myself. Please share in the comments something fun that you did this last year! I find it is always fun to take some time to reflect and share with others what brings you joy.
