I saw this on Twitter and I had to share it:
When Scott was going to the University of Wyoming, many of the students he worked with were from India. He was in a masters program but it overlapped with the PhD program so he was doing work in an engineering program that recruited primarily PhD candidates. Most ended up in WY after coming from the eastern part of Asia, not just India.
This is how we ended up at a Diwali celebration a few years ago.
Completely unbeknownst to us, I was already pregnant, but that is not the point of this story. And if you read the blog post I linked to there ^, you can t.o.t.a.l.l.y tell that I was pregnant because of the crying in Panera thing. Hindsight.
Scott had told me about the one professor he knew who was a woman with a young toddler. She had brought him to the celebration that night and Scott had mentioned to me how she couldn't wait to meet me because she had a "cure" for our infertility. I *think* she was from Turkey, but I really can't remember. She had told Scott how she and her husband had struggled to have a baby, because she asked him once if we had kids and Scott told her our story.
She told us how there was a method in which you boiled an onion and ate the onion and then drank the water. I remember it was a specific kind of onion and Scott was ready to go out and buy that the next day so we could try it just to, I suppose, prove that we were willing to try anything and why the heck not? LOL, right? I didn't want to eat/drink an onion.
But what I remember is this woman giving me her 17 month old baby boy to hold (he was wearing a bow tie and suspenders and had floppy dark hair) and saying how he would rub off on me and how it was good luck to hold him. And she told me she was praying for us and how I would have a baby some day and that was that. Her husband backed all of this up. They were so certain.
I had never met this woman before in my life. I don't remember her name. I don't remember what she taught at the university. I don't even know what religion she practiced. I'm assuming Hindu since it was a Diwali celebration but Diwali is like Christmas; you don't necessarily practice the religion to celebrate it as a cultural holiday.
Anyway.
The point is that me accepting her thoughts and prayers took nothing from me. It gave me hope and confidence if anything! It felt GOOD to know that someone cared! I cannot imagine that someone would be offended by the idea that someone cares about them.
CNN posted this article weeks ago, and the tweet is still up, no matter how many people begged to argue with it. All the eyerolls, right? I don't know why people are so afraid of believing in something.