Michele

My niece Michele was the second grandbaby of our family. She was born after a frantic trip to the hospital, which was just ten minutes away. My brother had even gotten stopped by a policeman for speeding, given a police escort to the hospital, and then passed the police car in an effort to try to keep her mother from giving birth in the car. They made it, but just barely. I think Michele must've been eager to start experiencing life. She hit the ground running.

Michele's the quiet one in our family. She gets that trait from her dad. Like the rest of us, family means a lot to Michele. She's married to one heck of a good guy, and both of them are doing a fantastic job raising their son.

After Michele had her son, she decided to go back to school to get a degree. She graduated a couple of years ago, and has a very rewarding job as a radiation therapist where she gives radiation therapy to men fighting prostate cancer. Her heart is in this job.

Michele has a nickname. She got that nickname when she was still a kid and like a good family, we never forget anything. She was curling her little sister Christen's hair with a hot curling iron, and as all good beauticians, she kept talking to her "client". Michele went on and on about how good she was at doing hair, and I think her last statement was, "Christen, when you get older maybe you will be able to do hair as good as me!"...and family, please correct me if I have any of this story wrong.

Well, it ended up that Michele got Christen's long hair hopelessly tangled in the curling iron. She finally had to give up and take Christen and the embedded curler to her dad. Even he couldn't get Christen's hair free until he completely dismantled the curling iron. OK, ready for her nickname? "Miss Clairol"!!!

Michele, you know your family is very proud of the girl you were and the woman, wife, and mother you've become!