EDITOR’S NOTE: I recently re-posted a narrative that I wrote about my sister Allison. To be completely fair to my other sister, Susan, I wanted to share this story. I wrote this in 1999 as part of a homemade Christmas gift. I updated portions of it for my blog.
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She always seems to say the wrong thing at the wrong times, normally with enough people around to field an intramural football team. These little “episodes” can produce enough fire power to last a lifetime.
For example, the HOV lane story. (Probably my favorite Susan story. Of. All. Time.) If you haven’t heard this one, hang on…she actually thought it was called the HIV lane and it was designed for motorists with AIDS.
Sue: “I don’t think it’s fair that people with AIDS
get their own lane on the highway.”
I mean come on! It doesn’t get an easier than that. She walked right into that mine field and it’s been blowing up in her face ever since. (Usually because I’m telling the story to someone who hasn’t heard it.)
Another good Sue story: We were on a family trip to South Padre. She was having a little trouble in the airport security line. She walked through the metal detector three or four times – setting it off each time. She finally realized it was her belt causing the problem.
Well, Susan took her belt off – like she was supposed to – but instead of setting it down and sending it through the scanner, she carried it through the metal detector – obviously setting it off again.
That’s just another priceless memory supplied by my sister, who by the way, graduated pre-med from Texas Tech University in 3 ½ years. She graduated from med school 4 years later.
Can you believe that the girl who thought people with a sexually transmitted disease got preferential treatment on the highway is now called “doctor?”
I sure as hell CAN!
And trust me, I KNOW HER!
I can’t remember life without Susan in it. When she was born, I was 2 years old – still soiling diapers and trying to muster tough words like “momma” and “daddy.”
I still have some memories before my baby sister, Allison, was born (I was 7), but there’s not a single memory that doesn’t include Sue.
Even though we don’t always have heart-to-heart talks or cry on each other’s shoulders, I would have to say she is my closest and best friend in the whole world. If I ever needed her, I know – without a doubt in my mind – she would be right there.
I couldn’t imagine what life would be like without her in it. I love her with all my heart and all my soul.
Now…let’s get back to the topic at hand: Dr. Susan Bacsik.
Not only is “belt girl” a doctor – there is no doubt in my mind that she’s a damn fine one.
There is only thing Susan’s EVER failed at, and to be honest, it wasn’t her fault.