A Girl On A Mission
Last Wednesday I woke up in a great mood. I was full of energy. Birds were chirping. Flowers were blooming. The day was pretty: the sun was shining, and a cool breeze ran across my face. Life was good. Laughter was in the air. It was an almost perfect day. Almost.
Throughout the day I made small talk everywhere I traveled. I met with mayors, talked to judges, spoke to police officers. I met with city council members. I joked, I laughed and I made others laugh.
But the conversation that left a lasting impression on me was the words of wisdom from two cancer survivors who shared their stories of survival with me.
Both women were brave -- that was apparent within the first two minutes of their testimonials. They had battled cancer. They had endured pain and misery. Their bodies and minds had been subjected to all the ugliness associated with cancer.
They had looked the monster straight in the eye. And lived to tell their story.
Both women were thankful just to be alive. They shared a common bond: they were survivors. But this wasn't their first encounter with the disease; both women had lost family members to cancer.
The thought that amazed me was that these brave women appeared not to be bitter in the least. They just relished in the fact that they had one more day on earth to spend with their family and loved ones.
This particular day both women had performed an act of kindness. They had both volunteered their time at a Relay for Life event to help raise money for cancer research. How truly unselfish.
I believe there is a reason that we meet the people we do, call it fate or call it coincidence, but there is a reason.