Although I watch your show EVERY DAY, I have closed captioning on because I have an old (& fat, ha ha) television that also does not have a great picture or sound on it. Not complaining, but requesting that the "secret" words, like *candy cane* be placed in large letters on the top or side, because every time something is written I miss it if anyone is talking or just spoke, since the captioning is sometimes shown after someone has said it while the teleprompter is figuring out how to spell, & they are ALWAYS on the bottom of the screen, where messages from shows are also written.Please consider this as I'm sure I'm not the only person unable to afford new tv's & can't always see or hear without close captioning on them.
There are so many of us living on smaller fixed incomes due to disability or whatever reasons hoping to win different things to help or manage our lives, why not give more of us that DON'T have newer electronics a chance to win money or prizes too?Thanks! from a faithful follower.
I was so touched by Sarah, who seemed to have been telling a lot of my own personal story, & Justin's story, their reunion & the assistance that was found for them! I've been following you also, (long before your talkshow but didn't sign up here even tho I've been watching since day 1), since the 1st time you were on Johnny Carson, someone I used to watch every night religously.
It was also great seeing people who missed *The 12 Days* get a great gift, see a great show--also loved Jamie Fox, as always--& get to see everyone rock out like is done on your show. Thanks for turning a cold & slightly dismal day into one of brightness, Ellen! I look forward to enjoying Solstice with you tomorrow, too :)
Wow, now I am sitting here red-faced, as I have not figured out if I can edit (& edit!) a lot of all the typos, misspelled words & poor grammar, repeated stories...the list goes on & on, kinda like my previous manuscript.
I sound like a braggart, boasting like a pharisee, but I realize no one will ever believe a headstrong teenager who didn't like being like everyone else, so wasn't very popular, who also rebelled by drinking large amounts in short periods of time (& being the one who got caught doing it & caused a small scandal) could have become a different person, even after a huge knock on the head. I was "wierd", more into music, books, art, but not people. My family apparently thinks I'm faking all my medical challenges & any deficits I still am challenged with are excuses & in my imagination. I had a horrible reputation in HS, not because any of it was true, but because as a fetus inside my biological mother's womb,I must have thought that picking out those particular genes so that I developed oversized breasts for ANYONE, adult or teen, would benefit me somehow. Then, because I couldn't find clothes that DIDN'T look like I was trying to show them off for some stupid reason, I discovered rumors spread that I 'shared my favors', so-to-speak,with everyone. In fact, I was probably one of a very few virgins in my graduating class of 24. I didn't realize my sister believes every horrible thing about me until after she reiterated any/every misunderstood wrongs she has ever heard or believed from almost immediately after her birth. Because I never *bragged* of all my accomplisments post-wreck, they never knew about them & have no idea of who I am or what my life was about when I have been physically able. I didn't include it all, but wanted to share what I did when volunteer work wasn't very popular. Making money was & my career wasn't about making money but doimg something I discovered I was good at & doing something to make a difference for the better. Dang it! Now I couldn't stop all those words from falling out on the page again.
Dear Ellen,After making a mistake that I will always regret when I was young, dumb & hopeless, it encouraged me to make some major changes in my life & I spent approximately 24 yrs. trying to *give back* in my small ways & make the world in my corner a better place. I relearned to say everything from "mama", to becoming verbose like I am in this letter, I had to relearn everything, dressing myself, feeding myself, reading, writing, everything before there was such a thing as an Internet, support groups for the term yet to be invented, *tbi*, & my then husband & I received no information about a severe closed head injury because my husband was told that IF I survived the month I was unconscious, I'd be a vegetable in a nursing home. The 1st time I went backpacking in the Spanish Peaks of MT I wanted to phone the neurosurgeon who had said to tell him how incredible I was doing as a vegetable except cell phones weren't invented back then, as I'd had the wreck in 1978 & was up hiking in the mtns just 2 - 3 yrs later. It took living in a nursing home when unable to take care of myself, then years of every kind of therapy, then returning to the University before I could even write & take notes! I accidentally got my FCC license later, then started playing radio shows as an announcer on towards my goal of being the Music Director, which I eventually accomplished while playing a popular radio show & successfully graduating with a degree in experimental psychology. After moving to another city in the state, I volunteered at a place called, "Growth Through Art", then became a board member in addition. Then I 1st worked with people whose disabilities prevented them from living independently. I worked with them in their apartments, teaching life skills, also did a biweekly grp using music with movement, exercises & therapy & attended grad school studying Rehab Therapy & Music Therapy while creating a program on the PBS station called, "The Blues Excursion", then serving on the board of a nonprofit grp. that used art with therapy for people with developmental disabilities in the spare moments I had. I originally was into music until I had my wreck, so worked at the college station playing great music since I was unable to perform it anymore. (I still can't play the solos I performed in the 4th grade on a viola, nor the college level piano, french horn, clarinet, nor sing the harmonies I hear internally. :( ) And no, no voices, just music. Even tho I was working, I was paid a very low wage & had a tough time, so worked at a food bank also.
I was grateful when I was offered a great position working for another state in the area of serious mental illness & was able to be hired without a license in Music Therapy (school was very expensive!) doing therapy with music & art. Eventually, my position expanded as other positions were cut, so that I added on more life skills grps, taught people how to monitor & report medications, did casemanagement with people who burned every bridge & were given to me to help people help themselves, & I used unusual but often more effective ways of connecting with & communicating with people I worked with. I had other activites with homelessness, & people who had substance abuse problems, and one of them was helping turn a handful of concerned people in the community into a coalition of 40+ people. It became a vibrant, active grp. & I purposely set it up so that everyone wasn't dependent upon 1 person running everything (me), & had a new president after me each year. After helping set up a statement of our vision, I encouraged bylaws, etc. so that we could accomplish more than just having rolls, coffee, & sharing our concerns, like what happened the first few times I met the other concerned people in my community. After becoming a 501-C status (nonprofit) our coalition became the 1st homeless coalition in the state (ND) to get United Way funds, so that we could additional funding to build needed housing for families of individuals obtaining needed treatment. We developed many different services that were needed there, & also developed a legal way to prevent duplication of services to the same people. I am proud that the coalition that felt like my *baby* is still strong & is an important part of the community, 12 yrs later. I also worked with the Women's Shelter, working with battered women, & served in executive positions in related grps I was active in, including Toastmasters. Since I felt uncomfortable with my voice after my wreck, I joined so that I could effectively develop the coalition & speak to various grps when fundraising for when grants ran out, etc. I loved my position, which also involved being able to help various people who fell within the populations I was working with ONE time IF they were open & willing to help me find ways they could pay whatever bill it was the 2nd & further times it needed to be paid, whether or not it was working, applying for disability, etc. I didn't always have success, but enough former clients have sought me out in the past 12 yrs since I moved into another state to tell me how well they are doing that I believed I made a small difference. People who know me now have no idea what I accomplished despite incredible odds & an injured body. The only reason I moved, was that after having a summer fling when I was studying NeuroLinguistic Programming turned into a long distance long term relationship w/ discussions of marriage, I moved after 4 yrs of the relationship becoming more committed. So I moved, only to have the relationship end after 5 yrs..
Here I was where it seemed like the majority the only people I knew where *his* friends even though I had a lot of short term aquaintances from the Toastmaster Chapter I sponsored but died as soon as I became ill, & I couldn't get my foot in the door of any related professional positions (I later discovered that my education, abilities & knowledge & experience didn't matter if I didn't know the *right* people.)
I survived by joining the only local place I could exercise & use spa eqipment which was a local resort, & joined year 2 of Muscle Media's Body Transformation. I lost weight, built muscle, & felt great! But a stupid, tiny injury due to someone else's carelessness put me in the hospital & brought that dream to an end, after I studied for my Master's Certification in NLP & started a job to pay bills until I could find something in my field again. I became quite ill with cellulitis, then Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (now called something else ending in - - pain syndrome) & my body just fell apart. I gained 80 lbs, developed obesity related problems, then became jaundiced & got chronic pancreatitis (even though I originally had stopped drinking 10 yrs earlier due to economic reasons), after a minor proceedure going through my throat to investigate a mass I had. I was extremely grateful when I finally got 4 months of PT to help my knees even though PT 12 yrs ago probably would have helped prevent some of my current problems, but now that I am unable to get more PT, I am experiencing some of the same problems I originally had. Why have I gone on & on(& on & on...) in this long missive to you, you might be asking. I like the person I became. I know I'm not perfect & I've made some big mistakes, but I turned my life around & DID make a difference in my small part of the world. I used to believe that my positive attitude, (not so much now, I admit)& good works & energy would come back to me but that hasn't exactly been the case. I hurt every day, just sitting on the toilet the multitude of times I do now, at age 55. Wny do we pee more & much slower the older we get?? Sorry I got off track...I am writing you asking for help. Not help with 12 Days Gifts or anything like that. Not help with money or more things.
I am asking you to help me so that I can help myself. Since I need PT & can't get it, I am asking for a heavy duty 3-wheeled at least a 3 speed bicycle. (I am still heavy even tho I've lost wt. & I am unintentionally hard on things.) I believe I could finally help myself continue to get healthier as I have been doing for the last couple of yrs. I am eating better, trying to only eat wild elk for meat & as much organic fruits & vegetables as possible when they sometimes are on sale here. I've kept off 20 lbs but have 60 more to go. Since there is no snow this year, I can ride it around my tiny town if it has gears on it. I could even put chains on the wheels! Although I've got a prescription from my Dr, I have exhausted every possible option I or anyone I know can think of. I do not have the ability to pay for one or charge one, my disibility income (yes, had to finally stop working even tho I tried everything including working at home, selling Mary Kay to selling cutsy painted home decorations. People don't buy my oil landscapes & other acrylic work.) All this just to ask you to consider helping me out with a way to help myself, since you are the most gracious, incredible energy person that makes a difference the best way you can to as many people as you can. Oh PLEASE, please, please please, Andy, tell Ellen about me since I already admire her tremendously & want to be able to continue to do so...(which I will do no matter what, but please anyway.)
A long time fan,Lonna
PS I have tried to write different bits & pieces of my story for quite a long time, my computer crashed & died before some of the times earlier years, but I used to not send them, & lately, keep losing things after I've tried to laboriously tap out on my E-reader. Sorry I became such a motor mouth telling my story.
It should be simple to figure out & probably is for people knowledgeable about & using new technology, which appears to be everyone except me, but,: How do I change my public page? I no longer have a computer so use an E-reader equipped with wi-fi. I also do not have a cell phone or know how to use one. In my defense, I live in a rural area of the Rocky Mtns. where cell service came after everyone else, there is only one expensive carrier that really works up here, & I am now living on a small fixed income meant for one but supporting two, so it isn't a high priority to purchase or keep abreast of new technology . Now I'm not begging for anything here, just pointers on how to change my public page. I can't find anywhere to do that with a nook. Now my pointer finger is tired so...take care!
Just wrote a long note where I poured out my heart & it disappeared while I was writing it!!! :( Maybe I'll try again later, if I have more energy, as it is hard to find pgs & to write on an E-reader instead of a computer...later, Ellen!A lon time fan, Lonna Hovland
(This was like the zillionth time this has happened)
Love, love, love Wanda Sykes!!! Thank you for having her on your show...particularly LOVED the story about her French partner, kids, & the seals! Just wish daytime didn't bleep out the french *word* she was discussing. I am sure she writes her jokes, but it always seems as if words tumble out of her mouth w/ no censorship, & she seems like such a real person-"what you see is what you get." It made my day!Lonna
Thank you, Ellen, for yet another yr. of letting my fatasizing of coming to one of your 12 Days of Christmas end gently, yet allow for ongoing hopes & dreams. You said all the days for 12 Days was full, but you gave away an extra day, which was nice, especially when that poor guy missed twice after the non-golfer's hole-in-one.
The reason I am thanking you is now I don't have to waste energy imagining I recieved a ticket, but had no way to pay for a last-instant airfair nor any way to pay luxury taxes, etc., as well as figure out how to manage the luggage & transport costs for things. Because I live on small fixed income
Ellen, Just like everyone else, I've wanted tickets to your show since day 1 of it beginning, but due to your rise or shall we say leaping?? to such heights in popularity around the world, I am suspecting the chance grows slimmer each passing year. I am going to continue to be grateful for having a TV & can budget for television. There are people who don't have that luxury, so I am grateful.
Although I can't afford another computer after mine crashed, at least I was given the gift of an E-reader that allows me to access most things online, like here. I actually know people who don't have a computer or even know how to use one, so that is a lot to be thankful for.
I only have ONE request of you: instead of showering people at your show with multiple tickets & visits to your show on top of whatever incredible gifts so graciously help them out with, (like you seem to do often), would you be willing to share some of those coveted & so-desired seats with just a few of the multitudes of people appealing to you for a chance to be 'in your prescence', so to speak? I know, I know, we ALL have incredible challenges, hardships & insurmountable obstacles, (yes, me too), & that it must become, at times, a burden hearing so many people seeming to almost compete for the most wretched sob story. All I am asking is that you share the joy a bit more. I already wrote you a note telling you how much I adore & appreciate you in the wrong spot, didn't see this the then Love ya! Lonna