I was certain that one day I would fly. Of course, I was six, an orange bath towel knotted tight around my neck in my pajamas, running through the house, oblivious to the fact that in a few short years my parents would divorce, my sister would die and I would be sent away to another country because the schooling was better and it was easier to handle me long distance. >READ MORE
6 comments:
If I don't get through anything other than toddler books today, at least I was able to read your exceptional and heartfelt story!
Thanks for sharing.
Andre,
Your story brought up old memories to me and I know the world will now know my age but as a child I was taller than most of the children in school to make things worse. We moved A LOT. My parents to were devoriced alchoholics.
In my world I was "WONDER WOMAN" I was sure because I was unlike ANY ONE in my family at 9 I was already taller then most of the adults (Now 5'7'). But I knew the people from my Amazon Island would some day come to rescue me from the life I had to live. But I could shield off all things with my special braclets, I had Supper humin streangth so nothing could really hurt me, On my ROLLER SKATES i had supper humin speed, and I too could fly away from it all. What a life that was!!!
Today I am far from ever being a "WONDER WOMAN" and the only streangth I have is that given to me be by God and I see it most in my human weakness when he sends people like you and Anna and all the others who help steangthen me. You are more of a Super Man than you give your self credit for. You are Super Man because you have a Super Heart. Keep Flying you have made changes and I know you will continue.
Great tale.
Thank you Anna and Kathy and Anon. I appreciate the feedback.
Hi Andre' , I'm way behind on the blog reading these days but thank you for sharing your heart here. You are truly an exceptional individual to share as you do, and you are so lucky to have all the blessings you have now. The world is lucky to have you.
At first I didn't comment anything personal how your story touched me. You have a wonderful ability to choose powerful words that speak so clearly to others. This story could easily be all about me too, or any one of us.
The last paragraph is what grabs at my heart. I remember times such as these, before I witnessed corruption surrounding us - in every day life. I hold my own thougts close. "It ain't about money. It is about a short life and finding meaning in that life that can transcend the pain and the suffering..." I have always searched for meaning, and find joy in helping others. Andre', your writing helps others. They are fascinating tales, and give ordinary folks inspiration to believe in ourselves too. I look forward to reading more.
Post a Comment