A Great Question…

My sister and I placed our order through a drive-thru window yesterday.  The pleasant voice  through the speaker said “Welcome to Tim Horton’s… How can I make your day better?”  I immediately thought sarcasticly to myself…. well that’s a loaded question!   Sarcasm aside, we pulled up to the next window, picked up our order and continued driving.  While Cindy was driving I repeated that question in my head over and over again.  How can I make your day better?  I came to the realization that the day was already “better”.  We visited with family that we haven’t seen in a long time, we were spending the weekend together, us two sisters, out of town and it was a great day. How much better can it get, right?

Well I arrived home, and checked emails before bed.  I was so touched by this email message that I just have to share it.  Let me share a bit of background first.  This email is from a young lady that I have only met a few times in the past few years, but I feel like I have known her longer.  She just lost her Dad to cancer.  I posted a note about Barry (her Dad) passing away about a month ago.  He was the son of my neighbour Ruby that also passed away from cancer 2 years ago.  Well, this email came from Stella, who is Barry’s daughter.  She lives (lived) with her Dad.  Since Barry passed away about a month or so ago, she has been living alone in their house and was let’s say, at a cross road with life, not sure where to go next.  I can’t imagine how she must feel, having lost her Dad.  I don’t even want to go there. 

I met with Stella and her Aunt Gwen one day for a visit while she was in town.  We had a nice conversation.   Here is the email that Stella sent me yesterday.  I am so deeply touched by it and I am so proud of Stella for following her dreams and not letting sadness get in the way.  It’s hardly ever productive. 

“When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen…
There will be something to stand on or you will be taught how to fly.”
 
Dear Karrie,
 
Thank you.
 
When I was talking with you the other day, I was in a dark place having just lost my Dad.
You gave me my faith back in life and you taught me to fly. Which will come in useful since I just received my offer from Griffith Univeristy in Australia to attend their February 2011 class for Bachelor of Communications.
 
Thank you.
 
Love you always,

Stella