I Have No Friends...

Kalisha has had a couple of amazing weeks. She has been up and down, all over the place. She wrote a post on FB that was long enough for an epistle. She was so depressed that she had no friends and no one wanted to be her friend because she was a 'special needs' person, etc. etc. She did a really good job of writing and had many, many, many comments from people who do like her and are her friends.

This was all precipitated by her not hearing from a certain person that she desperately wanted to be her friend (see the previous post). She posted after I went to bed, so I didn't see it until the next day. Let me tell you, it's always exciting when someone calls me in the morning and says, "Wow, that was a great post Kalisha put on FB." It's kind of scary, actually!

Well, her lamenting was for nothing because the person she wanted to call, did call, and asked to take her to Applebee's for lunch. She also promised Kalisha a surprise for last Saturday. Kalisha was so excited and nervous. The surprise was a mani-pedi. She had never had a pedicure before and came home with lovely fingernails and toenails...painted blue and white, of course.

So she went from the 'pits' to the clouds. Another friend stopped by just to visit for a while, and she had a phone call from a friend she had not seen for a long time (and none of these friends had read her post on FB!)

Isn't it amazing how God knows what we need?

Last Sunday we went to the Fort. She asked pertinent questions of the presenters and we had a great time. We watched the Colts game and then the Broncos. We just have to watch Peyton, y'know!

On Tuesday, I took her to see the new Citilink bus station. It didn't open until today, but she was so excited, so I took her picture.

However, when I asked her to participate in a cooking program at Bethesda Communities, a class that she has been talking about, she returned to her funk. She said she couldn't go for 4 hours on a Friday. That is her day to sleep in and she can't possibly get up and go somewhere by 9:30 in the morning. She has also resisted going to a meeting once a month for young people with Asperger's Syndrome.

She likes to complain about no friends, being bored, nothing new to do, blah, blah, blah. But it's easier to complain than to do something about it. (In that aspect, she is quite normal, isn't she? We would all, at times, rather complain than do something about it.)

Well, today was the day! The bus terminal was open for business. She was so excited, she could hardly stand it. She left home at 11 a.m. and returned at 5:30 p.m. She told me she used the new restroom, she read the 'arrival-departure' board, and she rode many of the routes so she would know where those buses parked, etc. She texted me in the middle of her day and said, "I am having so much fun."

Hmm...maybe if we could have meetings, classes, and appointments on the bus, then she would go without complaint ;o)