I locked my classroom door around 9:15pm. I stayed late to get some last minute work finished before tomorrow's 4:00 deadlines. Walking down the dark hallways can feel pretty chilling and lonely. I usually flip between two radio stations until I find the best song that is playing. I came across one of the stations just as they were taking a call from a young woman who carries a gut-wrenching feeling that her boyfriend may be cheating on her. She sounded distraught and poignant.
Her soft shaky voice caught my attention. I rested both of my hands on the wheel and listened to her ask the usual questions of a woman who has been deceived by someone she loves. " What could I have done?", "Why would he do this?" " How can I be sure before I look silly?" I was torn between the feelings of wanting to embrace her or slap some sense in to her. The radio hosts weren't doing a good job at consoling her. However, I wouldn't want to spend too much time reassuring her because if she felt it in her gut like she explained, there probably is something immoral occurring. One thing that was built in a woman during our creation was instinct. When there's trouble, we smell it, feel it, taste it. I couldn't fathom what she was going through because I have never been in love so, I don't really know what it's like to cherish it, rescue it or to watch it hover away like a feather.
I want her to know that as women, we should be still in our ways, yet thrive with strength and nurture love with the fragile fibers we have be given. When our instinct kicks in, we should listen and take advantage of an opportunity to see truth.
To the woman in the radio... eat a cupcake, it will mend you.
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