Everybody has a talent if they look deep down inside their soul. I think mine just might be writing.
My life began in a flurry of dysfunction.
My saving salvation was writing things down long before journaling
became a fad. It provided me a chance to sound off unfiltered to myself, the
only person who really cared to listen to me.
Overall the years, tears and fears, I somehow found myself and began to
learn to love myself with the passion I had been craving outside of
myself.
But that does not take away the value a small act of kindness by another. Mrs. Cobb, the first counselor my sister and
I’s family had all those years ago. She told us if she could provide us with a
little light of hope in the darkness around us, perhaps that was enough. It was
I’d like to think that her legacy lives within me; that is the ability to recognize those individuals across my path in life that reach out and turn the light on. And sometimes, though spread over years, identifying them and valuing them for their presence may be one of the biggest blessings in life. So keep your eyes and heart open for them!