Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Ydnic
Today a strange thought came to my mind. I imagined what it would be like if I was the girl in my class who was overweight and awkward. How would it feel to always be stared at disapprovingly and disdainfully? To be considered by the world's standards as "weird"? What must have gone through the mind of this 15-year old who summoned all her courage to brave those stares and sing on stage? I wonder if she really heard the snickers that preceded the cruel joke played on her next? Maybe she desperately wanted to believe the smiles were genuine, and that for once, she felt acceptance.
How she endured 11 years as "The Weirdo" I will never know. It has been 6 years since I last heard from her. I always hoped that God had a secret plan for her. I longed to see the day she would emerge a poised and successful woman.
Imagine the weight in my heart when I recently discovered she had lost her father. Probably the only other person besides her mother who loved and accepted her for the person she was. Memories of him delivering her lunch to the classroom flooded my mind. I'm sure at that time it caused her a great deal of embarrassment and yet another reason for her bullies to tease her. But today even I, a bystander, mourn silently at the thought.
I hope God lets her in on the plan He has for her.
How she endured 11 years as "The Weirdo" I will never know. It has been 6 years since I last heard from her. I always hoped that God had a secret plan for her. I longed to see the day she would emerge a poised and successful woman.
Imagine the weight in my heart when I recently discovered she had lost her father. Probably the only other person besides her mother who loved and accepted her for the person she was. Memories of him delivering her lunch to the classroom flooded my mind. I'm sure at that time it caused her a great deal of embarrassment and yet another reason for her bullies to tease her. But today even I, a bystander, mourn silently at the thought.
I hope God lets her in on the plan He has for her.
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