Decided to take my son to Coney Island yesterday to walk on the boardwalk and to read our summer books by the sea. I packed some fruits, bottle waters, two paddles and ball, keys and of course my black wallet. This time instead of taking a small pocketbook I decide to take the totebag to accomodate all the above.
I hope I am not losing you. My son who has Aspergers' Syndrome does not like change. Going to Coney Island was a big accomplishment for him. We talked in the car, but the conversation was the same repetitive and about Nancy Drew books, cartoons, etc.
We walked around the boardwalk for a few and took pictures of each other and had fun. Then he looks at the WonderWheel which was built in 1910 and tells me I would like to go on that. I love the WonderWheel too and so it was a go. We walk through the crowds and the ringmaster says come and watch the Freaks for free. Hmmm. Key word " Free". My son and I gather together and watch as they bring an Alligator woman and a Rubberband woman out. The Freaks and there are more where they came from. The ringmaster keeps talking and talking and the crowds get bigger. My son is starting to stim - for those who don't know what that is it is a habit like rocking back and forth, talking aloud, rubbing and twisting of hands, etc.
I tell my son let's go to the WonderWheel. I dig into this big tote and I'm watching my son at the same time, because he tends to wander off and I didn't want to lose him. I take out 15.00 and left the rest of my money 22.00 in the wallet. I placed it in the corner of the tote.
We ride the WonderWheel and my son is having a great time. I am getting sick. I never get sick on rides, but I couldn't wait till get off. Ride is over and now he wants to ride the most dangerous ride in the Amusement park The Cyclone. I tell my son no way and convince him that it is unsafe.
We go to the park nearby and have fruit and read our books. Our stomachs were growling and so I knew it was time for supper. We drive home and I start to empty the tote. I dig deeper no wallet. Okay, I go to the garage and look under the seats, etc. What happened to my wallet?
Now I start to panic. My drivers ID, Bank Card, Credit Card, and all the other ID's I carry are in that wallet. I call the bank and place a stop. I call the Credit Card company and yes the thieves already bought a 45.00 Metro card and I don't know what else.
I knew I had to report it to the police, but I had to wait for my husband to get home, because I had no license. Coney Island Precint is far from my home. Anyway, I tell my husband I will do it in the morning.
Today we went to the Precint, DMV, and Bank. I called all the places and renewed my ID's. I still have some I have to do in person.
I was going to change the title of this blog today, but kept it and this is the reason why.
Deformity has become a way of life for many including Christians. Yes, I am talking about the Spiritual and the Physical realm. We have come to accept many things and call it normal. We have chosen to put blinders and walk like things don't affect us, but they do.
One way we can change abnormalities, malformations, distortions, on earth is through a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Yes, he makes those " Freakish things we called ugly" and turns them around for beauty.
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