I sit in Rachel’s house in Sterling, VA. Chrysalis is over.
P.C. was my roommate for the weekend and he kinda reminded me of Vince. A wonderful person with a wonderful life ahead of him. He has a problem with his left arm. A part of his upper bone is hollow and he has gone through several surgeries to fix it and has a huge scar because of it. They’ve had to take bone out of his leg to try and fix it and because of this he can’t join the Navy like he’s always wanted to. This was a hard time for him in his life, but he met a girl on the Internet named Lisa. They began to email each other. Then they wrote to each other. Then they called each other. And then they visited each other. She’s in Iowa and he’s in Virginia. They are now boyfriend and girlfriend and they will start school together out in Boulder, Colorado. They’ll be freshman together. After he showed me her picture, I was amazed. She was so beautiful. I didn’t know girls that pretty talked on computers.
Sean, always seated in a wheelchair, was never seen without a smile on his face. Kay is soon to donate a kidney to her brother. Colleen, a beautiful 25-year-old, who lost her little brother to a rare disease when she was 15. Then she bore her own son as teenager, but then the father left them both. She said the death of her brother tore her from God, but the eyes of her baby brought her back to him.
After hearing her talk of her brother, I wrote her a poem:
I said hello
I say goodbye
I saw you live
And now you die
But death is life
And life is love
Love is God
Eternal from above
So I’ll see you soon
There’s no need to cry
I too am changing
And to you I’ll fly
I found out later that the poem made her cry. When I said goodbye to her today, she hugged me so tight. Her lips said nothing, but her eyes shouted a desperate “thank you.”
And there was Vanny, who tried to commit suicide twice before, but now only smiles as bright as the sun.
And that was just a few. There were so many stories full of death and tragedy. But I don’t have those stories. My tragedies are Bs on papers and mixed emotions. I still have my family, my virginity, my sanity, my life, my legs, my health.
But there is one tragic story in my life. I discovered this weekend that I am capable of so much more love. I’ve been keeping it inside and only sharing it with a select few. Now it’s time to give it to the world.
I spoke up at the gathering and told the group that each one of them was beautiful and I thanked God for allowing me to add their eyes and names to my collection. Some came to me and said I seemed very Christlike. They said they saw Jesus in me. If so, then perhaps I am beginning to live a Christian life.
Rachel told me that others told her I seemed very creative. People are so good to me. God is so good to me. So, here I am God. I’m ready. I don’t know everything, but I know you.
Here I am.
I’ve shown up.