We were eating sandwiches at a small store front in Scottsdale when he walked right past us – the real batman! Ok, maybe he was just some forty year old pedophile dressed in the Adam West version of batman from head to toe in 100 degree June heat. He smiled at Zander as he walked by.
Tonight at a gas station named “On the Run”, I spent over an hour with six teenage skateboarders and a homeless man named Kelly…
It was almost 10pm on Christmas day when Stephanie asked me to go to the store. I didn’t want to go, but I did want something other than water to drink. Sitting just outside the gas station was Kelly playing his harmonica. Kelly was drunk and smelled like it, but he wasn’t bumming for cash. He was talkative, but friendly. I passed him as I went into the store, and I passed him as I left the store. I went home even, but when I got home and told Stephanie about him she suggested I go back.
By:Â Stephanie Sackrider
(FYI this is my first post for the Sackrider.org Blog. My husband’s very proud)
Most of our closest friends and family know we have been going thru IVF. I felt that I needed to share some of my thoughts and the experiences we are gaining. There is so much to the treatment and process, I’m not even sure where to begin.