It started with ONE…..a single, dirty, unkempt solitary boy
left in the corner……The unwritten sign above his life was blaring and
underscored ‘UNWANTED’…..no-one
dared read it or utter a word of it’s plain reality…..or respond to its futile
certainty.
Alone and abandoned in the corner of a prison for no other
crime than existing……His undersized frame matched his feeble substance.
Breathing?......Yes……Living?......No!
Jailed for his disability, labelled a vegetable – unwelcome,
discarded, useless, nameless……lost.
THE ONE whose very conception somehow kick started me out of
my comfort zone to dare to believe that there is something more……THE ONE who
may have only gasped for each phlegm infected breath in his horrid, stinking fecal
covered filth but whose life mattered…..and whose
heart I treasure more than he will ever know…….He reshaped my journey…..He was
just ONE……a catalyst to change it all. (Letter to Dong tells his story)
But in reality -I AM the FIRST lost coin……a small little speck in the blink
of eternity, misplaced and adrift in my own plans and purposes….scripting my
story yet so far off the target……astray from real meaning, overlooking and blinded
to a life through the lens of my own dreams and plans.
I was seen……I was
found…… and valued…… Just an
insignificant penny in infinity’s economy; but somehow part of a design beyond
my worth.
Dong was a coin that I lost along the way.....His legacy lives on.......
May the search continue.....XXX
Dong was a coin that I lost along the way.....His legacy lives on.......
May the search continue.....XXX
