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Meet Heather | her hair is so big because it's full of secrets

Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl!
If you know me, you'd likely expect that answer…but honestly the fact that I am a Kennesaw State University fighting owl has very little to do with it. Christopher Poindexter once said, "I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I are too much in love" and that speaks to my soul! Ever since childhood, I wondered who decided when business hours would be such and why I had to live by it when I thrive at night. I guess I was born a rebel...
Describe your perfect day… My perfect day would be one where I wake up with effortlessly flawless hair and I find stellar parking spots everywhere I go (primarily thrift shops near and far) and when I get there, everything I want is on sale (because I'm cheap) and I get to do a bunch of free stuff with all of my friends like repurposing my thrift finds. I'm all about cheap thrills!
What's the best advice you've ever received? Stay hungry- if you remain hungry, you will never be satisfied- and ultimately that leads to complacency.



I was having a really monumentally horrid (very bad) day recently. You know, the kind where you wake up and step on a dog toy, then hit your toes on the bed post on the way to the bathroom to wash your face and you get soap in your eyes.
Just a series of small unfortunate annoyances that have a way of snowballing into an avalanche.
Anyway- that was the kind of day I was having. I probably shouldn't have been driving in the rain let alone talking -- no sobbing uncontrollably with my father on the phone because I just couldn't get over it. And all of a sudden a man steps on the road and flags me to pull over. Great! I was about to get my first traffic ticket.
I knew nothing I could say would justify me driving over the posted speed limit. So, I sat silently- merely shrugging and sniffling at his rapid-fire succession of questions.  I silently handed him my license as a gesture for him to leave me to my misery and just give me my ticket. I had more pressing matters than a measly ticket to contend with, thank you very much!
He returned with a warning and immediately I had a full fledge breakdown! I begged him for my ticket- I'd earned it! I broke the law and I must be punished! He chuckled at me as I seriously questioned his grace and stated I was clearly having a bad day. I requested my ticket once more citing his apparent death wish for pneumonia as he didn't have the luxury of time to stand in the rain disputing me. (I can be very strong willed) He laughed again noting for the first time in the 26 years he had been on the force, he had someone trying to talk him INTO writing a ticket.  Then, he  said, "Proverbs 18: 21" with a wink.  So, I yielded.
His strict instructions were for me to pull myself together before I got back on the road and call my father back. As the officer marched back into the land where objects are closer than they appear, as if straight from the pages of a book, a cloud parted enough so Sun rays could peek through.
I was so moved, I immediately ran home, wrote up a thank you card, grabbed a bottle of cold water and returned to the scene. He was gone. So for two weeks, I took that route home hoping I would have the fortune of running into him again to really express just how much of a blessing he was to me. As luck would have it, I did find him. I pulled over and walked to him with the card and the now warm bottle of water.  As he read the card, his voice cracked and a tear fell out of the bottom of his uber cool aviator shades. We hugged again wishing blessings upon one another and went back to our lives.
Funny thing was, when I got home, I began watching a famous preacher on tv and guess what she was preaching from? That's right, folks! Proverbs 18:21 --
 The tongue has the power of life and death,
   and those who love it will eat its fruit.
She spoke of how sometimes we just have to shut up and let GOD do his work.  AMAZING (especially because I believe in signs)!