On the same trip, Isaac also told me
, “If there is nothing that moves you
to tears in 30 seconds, you’re not livi
ng.”
You – this beautiful, seven year old
you – captured my heart in 5 second
s, moved me to tears in 29, and breath
into my life that will last a lifetime. Yo
ed passion
u gave me zeal for something that wa
s bigger than myself. You gifted me
something that couldn’t be achieved
with purpose,
even after I survived six threatening
car accidents, three hurried visits to
room, and countless alarming asthm
the emergency
a attacks.
Before I met you, ‘zealous’ was nev
er the word to describe me, not even
close – rather, ‘idle’ was. I was alw
girl,” the “peacemaker,” not becaus
ays the “good
e I had a pure heart, but because I
never wanted anything. I was always
when I saw you, and the lack of hop
content. But
e you could possess, I felt disconten
tment for the first time. Discontent
oppression, and despondency that reig
with the injustice,
n over too many people’s lives, includ
ing yours.
Where this discontentment is leadin
g me, I do not know. But it has bec
ome a large part of who I am.
It’s strange, isn’t it, Sophia, that
a lot of who I am