Post by Shrimpy on Jul 25, 2013 0:55:25 GMT -5
Once upon a time, only a few years ago, there lived a girl who lived alone.
She was surrounded by faces that never spoke and rarely smiled. Daily, she saw arms that would wave but never hug. The girl would reach out her hand to them, but no one needed a helping hand. They had enough hands that cared for them--why would they need another? So, no one reached back to her.
As the months wore on, the loneliness chilled her.
However, one day, she found solace on a small, bright screen. Voices, coming from faces she would never see, danced across the pages to welcome her. Arms she would never feel hugged her until the ice thawed. She found camaraderie with people that wanted her without even seeing her.
To her surprise, as the unseen faces warmed her bitter cold insides, she blossomed. She began to write, to draw, to paint, to sing, to act. She didn't wonder as much if people would like her, but rather she wondered what it was about other people that she liked.
And so the girl grew up. The hands she would never hold, seen only on the bright screen, gave her enough balance to stand and move on in her life. She went to college. She met wonderful people and learned what sincere hugs felt like. She fell deeply in love and was fervently loved in return. She took her new self confidence to the stage, reaching out with stories to strangers she may never see again. She stood up for the ignored and the abused and offered them the warmth she had learned from those she would never see.
The girl returned to the small, bright screen less and less as life grew more demanding. However, she never forgot the unseen faces.
Years later, she faced the screen and came to the familiar pages. "Thank you," she called out, hoping they would hear. "God used you to keep--no, to bring me alive. I'm who I am now because of you."
She was surrounded by faces that never spoke and rarely smiled. Daily, she saw arms that would wave but never hug. The girl would reach out her hand to them, but no one needed a helping hand. They had enough hands that cared for them--why would they need another? So, no one reached back to her.
As the months wore on, the loneliness chilled her.
However, one day, she found solace on a small, bright screen. Voices, coming from faces she would never see, danced across the pages to welcome her. Arms she would never feel hugged her until the ice thawed. She found camaraderie with people that wanted her without even seeing her.
To her surprise, as the unseen faces warmed her bitter cold insides, she blossomed. She began to write, to draw, to paint, to sing, to act. She didn't wonder as much if people would like her, but rather she wondered what it was about other people that she liked.
And so the girl grew up. The hands she would never hold, seen only on the bright screen, gave her enough balance to stand and move on in her life. She went to college. She met wonderful people and learned what sincere hugs felt like. She fell deeply in love and was fervently loved in return. She took her new self confidence to the stage, reaching out with stories to strangers she may never see again. She stood up for the ignored and the abused and offered them the warmth she had learned from those she would never see.
The girl returned to the small, bright screen less and less as life grew more demanding. However, she never forgot the unseen faces.
Years later, she faced the screen and came to the familiar pages. "Thank you," she called out, hoping they would hear. "God used you to keep--no, to bring me alive. I'm who I am now because of you."
