The Angel at my door. My home door bell rang...the hour moving towards 10 am...a quiet knock...and then again.. My head looked up...my eyes trying to focus through the sunlight and dust breaking through my garage door windows..my leaf blower and broom my two companions...called into service this morning...an early clean up...our family cars moving in and out...empty water bottles..and hidden leaves from winter continue to reappear...my sons weight bench getting plenty of use...towels and wet t shirts...hung to dry... I slap my hands back and forth...my palms bouncing off my shorts...a quick jog up the steps...and I open the entrance to my home.. Standing in front of me is an old friend of my wife..the best friend of my wifes sister...Joan... Hi Rob...its been a while..... Hey Pat ...I respond...would like to come in..? ...No I just need some help with some packages I have for Joan....sure thing..I say...I take the steps two at a time...some days my youth catches up to me... I open the car trunk...a few items here and there...a fast hustle and delivery complete... How is your son I ask...I have not seen him in a great many years...perhaps four or five have gone by... No sooner asked...then done...she pops open the side door of her SUV ..and this handsome little boy is sitting there...a soft smile and beautiful eyes staring back at me...the age of 10 is always full of magic... Can I hold him...I ask... Of course she says...I lean in and unbuckle his seat...My arms secure around his waist...I lift him out of the car...placing him down on the blacktop...my arms steadying him... His small hands and fingers are twisted...one unfamiliar with the other...his legs unable to walk at his command...as though invisible puppet wires have been cut by an unseen opponent....his head moves on its own...one eye trying to focus ...the other trying to find hope...his mouth twists to speak...a wetness on his mouth...few words come from this beautiful child...his language is one of the heart..of the soul.... Cerebral Palsy found in the womb...and entered his world on the Dark Night of The Soul...a child who was to be cast away by the Third World country he was born in to...but the light of this woman found her way through the red tape and darkness...and adopted this radiant child...who came to visit me this morning...in the breaking sunlight... The moments moved fast...a quick good bye..that lasted 20 more minutes...my heart not wanting to release this child...my soul in the presence of a Mother..a saint of a woman...whose husband abandoned her...only weeks after this child came home...I would love to catch up to him...my hands would speak ..not my voice... Their car pulls away...my eyes following them past the Stop Sign...my head drops for a moment..I sigh..an exhale of the soul......I say a prayer to my Dad and my Brother...I ask them to visit this little boy...to bring peace to his heart...to bless his Mom...to honor her courage..her amazing resolve...her devotion to her child. This morning I have been blessed..my God..I have been...!!!.. I walk back into my garage...I move fingers..and feel my legs...my eyes see clearly...my mouth moving at will... This morning..a young teacher appeared at my front door...his silent voice...speaking loudly...his bent arms and legs pointing the way..to remind me of what is important....his beautiful Mother standing her love for him...her 10 year old son complete in every way. Peace Always.
Posted on: Tue, 20 May 2014 15:19:56 +0000
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