If you think your story has no power, think again. Today I published one more story at Stories from the Vine and the voices of women who have been moved are still coming in because a story touches the heart and opens it up like nothing else…
It must be my fault!
That’s what my little nine-year-old brain thought. Nothing was ever said again. No justice. No questions. No understanding. Even when…
…I became extremely introverted. Before that day, my mother referred to me as “my little girl who dances on her tip-toes.” I no longer danced. I pulled me inside of me. But no one asked why.
…My grades dropped drastically. Until this time, I had excelled in school. I loved art and music, reading and math—and especially spelling. Now as I struggled to keep up no one asked why.
…I gained thirty pounds in three months. Still no one asked why, seemingly as if nobody cared. I was brokenhearted… alone amid people who loved me.
“No one asked why…” are four words that resonated with me as I read the story from my friend and colleague Diane Szuch. I’m honored to share “Please Heal my Heart” with those who understand or know the meaning of a child’s broken heart–no matter how old one is.
May this be a year in which you give your story away many times that one more person may find hope.
