walking stories

Dear Candice,

Every time I drive past this one house in my neighborhood, there is a man who always sits outside. He looks at least 80 years old. He always sits outside on his walker. Without fail. Every day.

             I remember being younger and sitting in the mall with my dad. He asked me if I ever wondered about people and their stories. Ever since then about 6 years ago, I have always wondered what everyone’s story is. No one comes from the same place. No one has seen the same things. Everyone has been through, endured, and lived a totally different life. So I think about that man when I drive past him. What is his story? Where did he move here from? Who does he live with? Where has he been? Why does he sit outside everyday reading the newspaper while sitting in his walker?

            When we were driving from the airport to the Creche in Haiti, I was sitting by Caetlyn. I leaned over to her and said, “I wonder what their stories are.” To this day, I wonder what Dafka’s story is. I even wonder about your story. Where did you come from? How did you end up where you did in Alabama?

            Part of me hates not knowing. But part of me loves how my curiosity has lead me to actually asking some people what their story is.

            What beautiful work of a creative God to write the stories of every single person from celebrity to orphan.

            What’s your story?

I love you.

Love,

Sara