Tara
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"There is a man at church. This man is very dear and sweet. He is also seriously handicapped; he uses very complicated crutches that have handholds and some kind of straps. A couple of times a month I make coffee and serve it and cookies for the social hour after the regular service. I often get this man’s coffee and a couple of cookies for him because it is just too difficult to manage all this by himself.
Yesterday (Sunday) I got him his coffee and cookies and sat with him and we talked. I had on a pretty spring skirt and sandals. On one toe I have a butterfly painted, it is very pretty and feminine. I noticed he was looking at my butterfly. In our conversation he said that when he was a young man he wanted to try to ski. Everyone told him he couldn’t do it because of the damage to his legs. He sighed and said he never tried to ski. Then he told me that I was one of his heroes because I had the courage to be what I was meant to be. I started to cry at this and tried to shush him up. He said that if he had met me earlier in his life he would be a skier now. He said the butterfly on my toe is a symbol of transformation, and when he thinks of butterflies he will think of me."
Janyne C.
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