I  penned this a while ago, and life’s been improving ever since… give or take a day or two.

With God, the ordinary becomes extraordinary. So, why settle for ordinary?

Faith transforms our outlook, filling everyday moments with profound meaning, purpose, and wonder. “Boycotting ordinary” isn’t just a slogan; it’s a commitment to living with intention, gratitude, and an awareness of the divine.

This is the mission of www.boycottordinary.com.

It is beautiful and powerful how faith can transform one’s outlook, finding profound meaning, purpose, and wonder in the moments that might otherwise seem mundane.

The call to “boycott ordinary” is a wonderful way to live! To live with intention, gratitude, and an awareness of the divine in the everyday.

I was hit by a vehicle while crossing the street.The driver was going less than 20 miles an hour. The ambulance heard the accident.

I died briefly and I was in a coma for 6.5 weeks.

 I had severe brain damage. 

I lost the ability to perform the simplest tasks; my dominant hand was useless, I was fed through a tube, and I struggled to form the simplest word.

I was talking pure gibberish. Need I say more? Well, I could… but it would probably be gibberish too.

Before I go any further, I have to say… I love my Mom, and she’s one of my dearest friends. By no stretch of the imagination am I complaining about Josephine or Mom.
Once I recovered from what happened, my Mom was in complete agreement with me. Before my accident I wasn’t just a snob, I was a snot too!

Now, I truly enjoy the feeling of people genuinely being happy to see me. It’s so much better to be liked for who you are than to be someone people feel obligated to like.

For the first time, I’m not just okay with being me—I’m head over heels for it!

For more than 10 years, my brain injury made me carefully think through everything.I spent over a decade dealing with this and was forced to put extra thought into every thought and action, big or small.

I could only cycle through the same five or six thoughts, desperately trying to remember the way home from a grocery store I’d been driven to several times a week, less than five miles away.

Often alone, I’d slip out of bed and onto the floor, stretching in hopes of finding my physical self again. I’d use the end of the bed for squats, then stand and hold the mattress as I walked the three sides not against the wall.

I spent years in speech therapy, trusting that people understood me. It was painful to learn, years later, that many hadn’t—they had only pretended and agreed. But today, I speak with a more clarity and that comes from both perseverance and God’s grace.

The brain injury robbed me of my balance, and 11 years of barely moving more than a few steps slowly stripped away the strength from my legs—and even my arms. It was as if my body had forgotten how to be mine.

It was hard, it was frustrating, and at times it drove me bonkers!

That bulb that you see above a cartoon character’s head when the lightbulb finally turns back on happened to me. My brain had finally healed itself! I say “itself” because I was not really getting any special help from Doctor’s, Therapist’s or taking any medication. I woke up one morning and told my closest friend Joseph that I had a dream that if I had a Walker might be able to make a few steps. To my surprise he had one in the back of his closet. He went right downstairs and brought it back and things were never the same after that!

These days, I’m inspired to walk anywhere and everywhere I can, and always by my side is the best companion I could ever hope for—Scrumptious, my adorable Terri-Poo. I adopted her from the animal shelter, and from the very first day, she has been nothing but pure joy. She is, without question, one of God’s sweetest blessings in my life.”

I am 100% better thanks to Him! 

I walk again with my Walker, and that alone is a miracle in itself. Slowly but surely (I feel an old Airplane movie joke coming on!).

Once, I said to my Mom that I could’ve been a contender, and she said, “You are”.

God, I love that woman!

I won’t say much more, but I will tell you this—just ask Him, because nothing is impossible for Him! I’m proof in motion—walking, talking, breathing, and thinking evidence of it!

Even in your most difficult moments, you can be sure that He is watching over you

If I found the strength to rise above, you have that same strength within you too

More than once a day I shout it out: I love my life! Maybe it sounds a little nuts, but I truly do

When I was in a Coma, they weren’t sure if I would wake up, and an irrevocable Trust was drawn up. A trustee was assigned—someone they assumed I could trust

But, you know what they say: assume = ass + you + me!

When the Trustee’s embezzled then the Trust was not properly safeguarded, much of it was depleted, and I was left with years of uncertainty about rent and stability

I’ve found that with only full use of one hand and needing a Walker, finding work again has become impossible

After my accident, I developed a strong shake. I was right-handed, but now I’m training my left. Believe me, mascara has turned into both a challenge and a comedy show—messy, but funny too

I’ve created a blog called ‘Heather Marie and Scrumptious’s Nap Time’ to be a constant source of encouragement and positivity. I make it a point to steer clear of negativity in life and hope to inspire others to do the same

Through the ‘Boycott Ordinary,’ website I offer T-shirts, baby clothes, pet products, and other playful items to sell, which will assist me with rent and living expenses

Developing a blog, website, products for sale, and two social groups with my friend Kathy has been a blast!

Any sales that assist with my finances would be wonderful, but above all, my goal is to encourage a positive mindset

Even if you don’t see anything you’d like, I hope you’ll just go ahead and share this with anyone who might find it helpful

This is tough to share, as I’ve always worked, owned multiple businesses, and been financially independent, but sadly, my Trustee has left me in a difficult position

If this was mailed to you, I’m addressing the envelope myself—oops! But practice makes perfect… though I’ll happily settle for just ‘good’