influence

She was small – about four and a half feet. She had translucent blond hair and a mischievous smile spread across her face. She often secluded herself, but immediately pounced on any opportunity to grab your hand – the type of child who longs for quiet attention. She was slower than her peers – not as intelligent, fast, or free. She was the victim of her mother’s addiction, a Fetal Alcohol Syndrome baby. Her life would forever be marked by the actions of another. Yet everyone loved her. And rightly so. She was, perhaps, the most carefree one of the bunch – always taking time to enjoy the process rather than the end result. And that is what this little girl taught me – to enjoy the process and not merely focus on the end result.

Isn't it crazy how one person can unknowingly influence our lives in such a profound way? I think so.