APPEARANCES MEAN NOTHING
August 2, 1999
I often look at your page, it helps me to remember that there are some
pretty wonderful people out there.
I'd like to share a story that has happened to me....
I am now a woman of 30. This story occurred when I was 14 or 15. Every
day for the longest time I saw a woman wandering around my home
town. What made this woman so remarkable was that her wander was more of
My first impression of her was to check for a lump in her back.
She looked like a cross between the hunch back of Notre Dame and Igor,
Dr. Frankenstein's helper.
She dragged a leg, her arms and hands were
narled and couldn't move very well. I would see her walking everywhere.
The newspaper did a story on her, but I was still wary.|
Then, one day I had a fight with my mother and ran to my favorite
hiding place. This was a little lake near a retirement center. Who did I
spot walking? My narled lady. I took a deep breath and approached her.
Well, imagine my surprise when I discovered that she was an ordinary
person with a really bad case of arthritis. She walked to stay limber.
The amazing thing was and still is, she listened to the woes of a
14-year-old teenager. I shared my difficulties about my relationship
with my mother. I walked with her and she listened to me. I in turn,
listened to her and her problems with her adult children.
I don't know if this kind lady is still alive, but she gave me an hour
of time that I will never forget. She also helped me to learn that
appearances mean nothing.
--- Copyright © 1999 Monica Millard