Above all the grace and the gifts that Christ gives to his beloved is that of overcoming self. -Francis of Assisi
Here I am unpacking, laying it all out...again. That place, that call, the one I tried to shut out, close off, supress.
Strange, now. It feels natural, like home, really.
Young eyes, eager, nervous look to me. I sense the anxious. I know their insecurity.
One struggles with reading. And that one, another disorder, a deficit.
This one has trouble hearing. Voices in the backgroud distract. I notice. The box that helps her to receive these noises, these muffled tones, she wears on her hip.
My eyes meet hers. Small talk, yet profound. She speaks. I listen.
Two worlds collide.
Another journey begins.