Dana L. Yeoman, DDS
Dentures and Implants
Macy's Story 2 | Macy's Story, The Power of a Smile to
Change Lives | Dana L. Yeoman, DDS
Site last published: 08/21/10
Macy's Story 2
21/08/10 15:46 Filed in: Macy's
Story |
The Power of a Smile to Change Lives
Grandma had asked her, “Why do you still hang out
with that riff-raff, Macy?”
She answered, “They’re the only ones who accept me for who I am.”
She answered, “They’re the only ones who accept me for who I am.”
Grandma had asked her, “Why do you still hang out
with that riff-raff, Macy?”
She answered, “They’re the only ones who accept me for who I am.”
Startled out of her reverie, she heard someone ask her, “Iced Tea? Since when do you order that? The bar’s not out of beer. Do they even stock iced tea at the Alley Cat?”
“Shut up, Bert. You ought to be on the bandwagon too. Your kids need you to be a real dad.”
“A real dad? What are you talking about? I see them twice a month, when I’m in town. Issues with the ex, you know.”
“Yeah,” Macy said and looked into her tea.
Macy used to call them friends. She now realized that things were slowly changing. It was unnoticeable at first, but she was seeing that she didn’t fit in anymore. Out of habit, Macy still frequented the same joints, seeing the same people, drinking the same drinks, hoping to find someone who understood her. Yet, she was no longer satisfied with doing nothing, being nothing. She wanted to be someone.
It never was an issue while she was under the influence. Nothing much mattered but having fun at the moment. Now the future loomed with a great big question mark, and the longer she stayed clean and sober the scarier that question mark became. The fear spurred her to move forward. Macy decided she wanted to do something with her life. Little by little, she had less in common with the people who surrounded her, and found herself feeling lonelier and more isolated.
It was good to get away and spend time with Grandma Sue in the garden. Macy felt like she could be herself and her grandmother would still love her. She couldn’t have made it this far without her help.
Macy found herself making the decision to spend time in healthier places. Inspired, she tried the cafe at Barnes and Nobles, and worked on developing a taste for coffee instead of liquor. Figuring there was a whole resource for self improvement within the bookstore, she could study ahead for the nursing classes she wanted to take, and maybe meet people who were readers and more interested in literature and learning than lighting up another joint.
As she sat perusing a book in the cafe, she noticed a good looking guy glancing over at her from the next table. Being caught staring, he broke into a funny conversation to cover his faux pas and break the ice. Caught in the moment of his clever story, she laughed out loud, for a second forgetting to hide her rotted teeth. He apologized quickly for interrupting her reading, and went directly back to his magazine. He didn’t look up again.
“Great,” she thought. “As soon as I open my mouth and smile, people judge me and turn away. I don’t fit in anywhere.”
She answered, “They’re the only ones who accept me for who I am.”
Startled out of her reverie, she heard someone ask her, “Iced Tea? Since when do you order that? The bar’s not out of beer. Do they even stock iced tea at the Alley Cat?”
“Shut up, Bert. You ought to be on the bandwagon too. Your kids need you to be a real dad.”
“A real dad? What are you talking about? I see them twice a month, when I’m in town. Issues with the ex, you know.”
“Yeah,” Macy said and looked into her tea.
Macy used to call them friends. She now realized that things were slowly changing. It was unnoticeable at first, but she was seeing that she didn’t fit in anymore. Out of habit, Macy still frequented the same joints, seeing the same people, drinking the same drinks, hoping to find someone who understood her. Yet, she was no longer satisfied with doing nothing, being nothing. She wanted to be someone.
It never was an issue while she was under the influence. Nothing much mattered but having fun at the moment. Now the future loomed with a great big question mark, and the longer she stayed clean and sober the scarier that question mark became. The fear spurred her to move forward. Macy decided she wanted to do something with her life. Little by little, she had less in common with the people who surrounded her, and found herself feeling lonelier and more isolated.
It was good to get away and spend time with Grandma Sue in the garden. Macy felt like she could be herself and her grandmother would still love her. She couldn’t have made it this far without her help.
Macy found herself making the decision to spend time in healthier places. Inspired, she tried the cafe at Barnes and Nobles, and worked on developing a taste for coffee instead of liquor. Figuring there was a whole resource for self improvement within the bookstore, she could study ahead for the nursing classes she wanted to take, and maybe meet people who were readers and more interested in literature and learning than lighting up another joint.
As she sat perusing a book in the cafe, she noticed a good looking guy glancing over at her from the next table. Being caught staring, he broke into a funny conversation to cover his faux pas and break the ice. Caught in the moment of his clever story, she laughed out loud, for a second forgetting to hide her rotted teeth. He apologized quickly for interrupting her reading, and went directly back to his magazine. He didn’t look up again.
“Great,” she thought. “As soon as I open my mouth and smile, people judge me and turn away. I don’t fit in anywhere.”