He was old. His hair was long. And I cried...

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I didn't know him, but my husband did. We were at the ball park, sitting in the stands watching my son's baseball game. He came and sat in front of us. He was an older guy and Tim commented that his hair was growing long. That's when he shared with us this story.

He turned to tell us why. He said one day he'd been walking in Walmart. He said from aisle to aisle he kept running into a little girl and her mama. The mom was pushing the little girl in a wheelchair. He could hardly keep his eyes drawn from her. He finally stopped them. He bent over and told the little girl that she was beautiful. He told me that he wasn't just saying so, she was. Her mama told him that she had cancer. He told me that he wanted to buy her something. He wanted for just a little while to make her happy. He told her that whatever she wanted in the store, she could pick out anything she wanted, he would buy it for her. He said of anything she could pick out she only wanted one thing... a thing not for sale... a thing he couldn't buy. All she wanted, he said, was hair. And though it's too late for her, he continued, that's why he's now growing his.

It was white. Old. He didn't know if any could use it. But if they could next time he wanted to have it to offer.

I cried the whole time he was telling his story. He apologized for my tears. I thought it was beautiful. Tears and all, I'm thankful he shared it.
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It's been a long time...

It's been a long time... and I really don't have the time... but I miss my being able to express my heart and my soul and my ponderings and my feelings on here. I hope to get back to some kind of 'normalcy' soon... though I think my 'normalcy' is changing and won't soon go back to the 'normal' as I know it. Actually, I'm not sure that it ever will.

My 2011 started with a vengeance and hasn't much slowed itself in its force. It's been a wild ride thus far... and looking forward I can't quite see the end of it. I've talked enough about seasons though to know that seasons do come... but seasons also go. We don't live forever in the same season. Sometimes we wish we could. Sometimes we're thrilled we can't.

There's so much to say that it's overwhelming to think of how to get started.......... ......... ...... ......... ......... But, like I said, I so very much hope to as soon as I can. God is still GOoD (just in case you wondered if I still thought so)! He's still my Rock and my Constant! And no matter His plans "for" me.... I always know they're always "for" and not against! :)

Wow... I miss this world of writing........