Typing on my old computer, brings back such memories. Slow as molasses, but somehow it doesn't seem to matter between old friends...
I once had a dream when I was younger.. you know, that time when little girls dreamed of growing up to be nurses or housewives - well I had something different in mind.
I wanted, with all my heart, to help people see.
To take a blind person and describe the shine that gleams off the brightest red corvette, or the look of that wonderfully delicious apple pie, steaming as it comes out of the oven.
To dance a waltz with a wheelchair bound prisioner, who thought two wheels could stop him from living.
To bring music back to a broken soul, strings back to fingers like forgotten friends.
I once thought that only the blind could not see, now I wonder if anyone truly sees.
People like to ask me where my passion for writing comes from...
Ask the little girl, she knows.
