Good morning to all. I am amazed that it is already Wednesday. Loads of things to do today. Tomorrow begins a mini marathon for me. I have a teacher coming to town for our painting chapter and it is my job to take care of her and turn the seminar. Whew...time to put my running shoes on. Well, my photo for the day is of an amazing friend who is going through cancer. She has begun chemo and has had some rough days but even through it all is still smiling and looks amazing. I wanted to share what it looks like. You would never look at this picture and imagine that any thing is wrong. I am taking time to be grateful for both her friendship, her life and the lesson I learned today.
As for today's blog I decided to write about a young girl named Priscilla. A long time back...my daughters met a young, brown haired brown eyed young girl. She was taken in by a foster family. This young girl was as sweet as the day is long. She spent many days over at our home playing and eating dinner and spending the night. My heart went out for her knowing her background and that her parents just were not able to care for her at the time. Sometimes, even in the most difficult times, we tend to forget how troubled others lives are. She seemed perfectly happy on the outside...but had to have been troubled on the inside.
One day when I came home, my husband evidently had made some decision in his mind. He pulled me into the bedroom and pulled my down on his lap and announced to me that he thought that we should adopt Priscilla. I stared back at him as though he had lost his mind. Not that the idea of adopting her was crazy...but that he really didn't understand that she was no adoptable! I knew in that moment that I was going to have to set him straight and break his heart....and mine as well. It was a tough conversation to get through....but the bottom line was that it was not a possibility.
Time went by and eventually her father set up a place for her to return to. We even sought her out and went to visit her. Time went on and so did their lives and they moved and we lost touch. Perhaps 25 years went by and my daughter found her again. She is all grown up and doing well. My daughter shared the story with her about our wanting to adopt her but knew that we couldn't. She was touched by that. She said she wished that we could have. We never really know what is going on in a person's life by simply seeing them from the outside. I always heard that you don't know a book by it's cover...and how true that statement is. We do not know how bad someone has it. All I know is that I can always find something in my day...no matter how bad the day or situation may be...that there is something of someone to be grateful for.