Sur Moi (About Me)

Hello, all.

My name is Alexandra and I really am quite a storyteller. Granted, I have quite a story to tell about something that happened in High-School. Plus a few stories from before, and some from after.

I started this blog at 21 years old (birthday in March) courtesy of requirement by my Rhetoric/Technical Writing Professor/Advisor whom I admire very much. I could go on and on about why I admire him, but this post is about me, not him . . . I digress . .

The reason that I posted this is because I feel as if I should give you a short background on who I am, where I came from and my different passions in life.

First of all, I serve a MIGHTY, MIGHTY King. His name is Father, and I love nothing/nobody more than I love Him.  He rescued me from a terrible death (car accident in 2010, aka, my ‘story’ from High-School) and He is the reason I live now! I base all of my major (and most minor) decisions on what I think He would want. I was baptized Lutheran when I was about 3 years old and I have been a JesusFreak ever since I was in High-School, but I became infatuated with Him when woke up from my coma in late 2010. He is my everything. I love my Savior.

Obviously, I was in a car accident a few years ago, and I learned a LOT from it. The accident showed me who my true friends are, or are not. It brought me closer to God. It made me the young woman I am today. It was a force for good. A force for God.

Before my car accident, there are quite a number of stories that I have as well as a few after the car accident. Everything from mud-fights with my INCREDIBLE cousins in Ohio, to Christmas gift exchanges among the whole family, my Catholic-Irish family is why I live so happily in the House of the Lord. Both of my parents are the youngest in pretty big families. My father, the youngest of five kids, is where the LOVE of Irish football comes in ND ALL THE WAY, BABY!! My mother, the youngest of four kids came from a slightly quieter home, less crazy fun stuff. So, I guess you can gather that the mud-slinging-cousins that I mentioned are my paternally-related cousins. There are 14 cousins on my Daddy’s side of family, and four on My Momma’s side. So, you could say that my family is huge. I love it! 😉

The Irish is from my Daddy’s family. By the time you go down the line of ancestors, I am among the 7th generation of American-born-Mullen/Irish descendants. So my blood really isn’t entirely Irish. I shamefully admit, I am probably about 75% (+?) German along with other Western-European countries thrown in there. My Daddy’s Mother’s Maiden name is Lightfoot, so there is obviously some Native American in my blood too.

Most of the Mullen family, spare three cousins, chooses to embrace the Irish in our blood though. We definitely know how to liven up a party. 😉 😉

I love all of my family so much. There isn’t a thing that I wouldn’t do, if it were in my power, for any member of my family, on my Mom’s or Dad’s side.

Given the fact that I love my family a lot, I also love to serve others. Not just the ‘needy’ need help. Nobody can do everything, no matter how hard they try. I dream of a day when I can afford to send food to starving children in cities within these beautiful United States of America. If given the opportunity, I will move on to densely populated cities in other countries and make the difference that I can there.

If I am ever able to afford it, I want to start a community center in my hometown. The people of that town did so much for my family and myself after my car accident. I want to give back to my hometown by any means possible.

But, that will probably not be until well after I finish college.

I am still seeking my undergraduate degree in English with a minor in French as well as a minor in professional writing. I try my best to eat whole/one-ingredient-foods but it’s a struggle to keep fresh produce around without a driver’s license. I love French Language and culture, as if it were not clear as the title of this article (About Me) is in French and my profile discusses the possibility of teaching English to young adults in France.

I have been to nine other countries in my young life. Yes, NINE!! The first of my international travels was across the border to Canada with my mother and two of my three younger siblings as my baby sister had not been born yet. Then I hopped onto a plane and went to what was then the UK (England, Ireland, Scotland, and Whales) with the Student Ambassador program People to People [p2p], France and Italy (with my High-School Advanced Placement European History teacher and his wife along with some of her High-School students) and most recently I was in Poland and the Czech Republic (with a professor and a few students) from my current University.

I write this as a 21 year old college student, hoping to impact the world in some way with my life. I am young, I plead for the Lord to use my youth to His advantage and help me impact the lives of others as I have been impacted by doctors, nurses and therapists in my life, just as soon as I finish college.  😉

I will keep you updated on all of that as life goes on. 🙂

Jusqu’à la prochaine temps,

God Bless.

XoXo

Therapy

Believe me when I tell you that if a therapy exists, I am pretty sure that I’ve been through it at least on a trial-basis.

Physical therapy? I’ve been there, and humbly, I thank all of my physical therapists from a time ago. I would not be who I am without the rigorous exercise that I was put through in PT.

Occupational therapy? Yes, even that I have been through. Occupational therapy, along with my mother’s relentless pushing, is the main reason that I am able to type on this computer with both hands. Thank God for both my OT, and my mother.

Psychological therapy, also, is something that I have been through. Re-training your brain to be ‘normal’ in society is probably the hardest thing that I have ever done. Can you imagine waking up after a three-month-nap, barely being able to speak, barely being able to move, being able to hold your fork or spoon by only the assistance of your mother? Can you imagine waking up to learn that ‘the summer of your life’ is over and was spent in a hospital bed instead of at the beach with your friends and your sister? Can you imagine waking up and not understanding why you are so horribly thin that you look malnourished? Can you imagine waking up with tubes coming out of your ribcage? Can you imagine everyone that you come across look at you’re a ghost, or an alien?

Well, that is how I spent my senior year of High-School.

Music therapy. Oh, the deep seated love I have of music. Everything from Classic Rock to Jazz to Classical music. They all soothe my soul, and connect me to the deep, deep, deep drift of this world. Music is where I go when I am stressed. When I am angry. When I am sad. When I am joyous beyond compare.

Music is how I connect with my Savior. Music is what makes me feel peace.

The therapy that I began this blog post with is very different from all of those therapies though.

The therapy to which I believe I owe my life is the therapy that true love provides. Mostly, I have received this therapy from my family. My family means more to me than I could ever say. After the ‘bad thing’ happened, family was all that I really had. I mean, sure, there are a few dear friends that stuck by my side. But most of them bailed on me. I cannot imagine how hard it would be to watch a friend go through what I did, on top of my own problems. So, I have decided to rise above what some people think I might do, and just keep turning the other cheek. Sure, it started to smart the first time I lost a friend, the second time, the third. But I have come to a point in my life where I love with everything that I have, but I expect nothing in return. It hurts much less. I do not think of myself as heartless.

After all, I shed more love every day than there are clouds in the sky during a thunderstorm. I just realize that some people are incapable (or unwilling) to lay their heart out in the open.

I want people to have the opportunity to feel loved, cherished sand valued more than any other soul on the Earth. I want everyone to get the chance to feel the healing , therapeutic powers of love.

I want them to lay helpless on a hospital bed, near death, and to feel the warm body of their dearest, most cherished cousin by their side, after a brutal argument with nasty words not worthy of repetition.

That is what love feels like.

That is the therapy that only love can provide to heal a broken body.