Lena Marie Chartrand
Bio
I am a mother, wife, an artist, a baker and chef, medical transcriptionist and sometimes even a complete mess but I write true stories. Stories with meaning and an opinion that matters to me, I am true to myself always...I am me.
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Technology and Human Interaction
The effects of technology are becoming an increasing concern on the attitude and actions of humanity. The lack of touch and face to face interaction is crippling the minds of adults and children alike. Touch is valuable in that it is needed in order to grow and thrive. One question that you may be asking yourself is, "How exactly is society being affected by technology and what is happening to human interaction?" Please let me answer this for you.
By Lena Marie Chartrand5 years ago in Humans
My Story
My story is going to start from the beginning and end with the man in this picture, the man who is my husband. It started out with me being abandoned at birth by my birth father and it just being my mother. I was raised by my mother, grandfather and grandmother who is no longer with us and I miss her every day. My birth father never wanted anything to do with me ever. He was an alcoholic and not the kind of person you wanted in your life. I recently tried to reach out to him, I finally started to wonder. I mean I always wondered throughout my entire life who he was and what he was like, but at nearly 34 years of age I finally wanted to reach out. So I researched and scoped out Facebook for anyone I thought might know him, and guess what? I did it. I found someone. I talked to that person got to know them a little bit and asked if I could give them my number to give to him, so he could give him a call if he felt up to it. I guess I am a dreamer who dreamt up a dream to big because I waited for that call for 3 months and heard nothing from this man that is supposed to be my birth father. In a way I got my hopes up and thought that maybe, just a little bit of me thought just maybe he would call after nearly 34 years of not knowing or ever hearing anything about his daughter. I'm not the kind of person to ask anyone for anything. I don't want anything from him. All I am is a person wanting to know more about her birth father and where she came from. That all came crashing down when I found out that the person I gave my number to to give to him never actually gave him the number because he refused to take it. I was lied to for 3 months and told that he took it like I am some small child who's feelings are going to get hurt that he didn't really actually have my number. I went nearly 34 years of my life not knowing him and not even caring and my life has been one heck of a ride without him. I did not care as a child and I don't now. When I was around 1 years old another man came into my mom's life and he is now the man that I know as my father. He was there for my school Christmas concerts, band recitals, taught me how to ride a horse, when my first tooth fell out, taught me how to do math without a calculator, graduation, the birth of my daughter, and even walked me down the isle at my wedding. That is the man that I call my father. There are some good and bad things about him, but everyone has the good and bad things about them. He will always be my father for better or worse, no matter what.
By Lena Marie Chartrand5 years ago in Families
