The Most Unlovable Man In The World - Love Thrives
The last time we spoke I told you about how my life had changed for the better. I had been ridiculed and scorned for years. Never had any self-worth. Never thought about my future. Then, one evening, an angel from above had been sent to me to inform me that I was indeed loved after all. I didn't fully understand what it all meant at first, but I was overwhelmed with gratitude to say the least.
A year has gone by, and I wanted to share with you some wonderful news. If you'll recall, I was raised for a number of years in an orphanage. The director there was a cruel man who beat me often, all because I was ugly and different. After my rebirth, as I like to call it, I got to thinking about all the orphans still left in the world. So I took my severance pay along with money I had saved over the years performing in the circus for a certain E.T. Farnum and purchased an old abandoned schoolhouse on the outskirts of London. It hadn't been used in years and needed some freshening up and not a few repairs. But with a little help from the locals I had it up and running in short order. After securing all the needed certifications, I named it the Thomas Woodward School for Orphans. You see, that is my birth name, a name that was obscured for most of my life as few people ever dignified me by addressing me by my given name. But now there it was on high showing itself to the world. Not that I'm high-minded about it of course, no. I like to think of it as a reminder that all things are possible in life.
Soon I was being sent orphan children from all over London. I had no restrictions, really. Any child up to 16 years old was welcome here. The only qualification per say is that they be orphans, needing love and schooling. Due to my financial limitations I could only hire two teachers; one for children 2-10 years old and one for children 11-16 years old. But I held out and engaged only the very best! Not only did these teachers need to meet high academic standards they had to have demonstrated over the years that they truly loved children. Yes, for you see, my children deserve the best that life can give them. After all, they've already been dealt a bad hand, they not having parents and all.
Now at this point I'd like to tell you about a very special orphan that I've especially come to love. When she was small her home caught fire and her mummy and daddy were killed. To make matters worse, she had suffered burns over eighty percent of her body. When she first came to the orphanage I noticed that the other children tended to ignore her. And she said nary a word, no, but instead would be off to herself most of the day and night. Her teacher tried her best to bring the little girl, who's name is Katie, out of her shell but with poor results. Then, one day I had an epiphany of sorts. I thought to myself, here I am the former 'most unlovable man in the world.' But now I'm loved and cherished. What made the difference for me was when someone went out of their way at great risk to let me know I was loved.
So one day during class I walked into the classroom and introduced myself. Now the children had rarely seen me and only from a distance. But now here I was in all my inglorious ugliness right before their very eyes. Needless to say all the children got quiet and had anxious looks on their faces. So I sat down gently in front of them all and told them my story, just as I've told it to all of you. After I was done, and to my surprise, they all came up to me, one by one and gave me a hug. Why, it brought tears to my eyes. But there sat Katie in her corner chair, eyes cast downward. I called to her:
'Katie, come here darling.'
She looked up at me and I could see that her eyes too were brimming with tears. I repeated:
'C'mon little Katie, it's okay dear.'
As she stood up and slowly walked toward me all the children watched with eyes agog. I sat her down beside me and said to her:
'Now, Katie, you've heard me tell my story to everyone. Now it's time that you told us yours. It's okay sweetie, we're all here for you.'
Well, for the first time she spoke. And spoke. And spoke. Why, she went on for an hour! Not just about the awful fire, but about her mummy and daddy and teddy and her doggy named Fritz. It was the second most memorable moment of my life, next to my rebirth. Because you see, Katie was having a rebirth of her own. Yes, from that day on all of the children began treating her like any other. After a time no one saw the burns anymore, just a beautiful little girl named Katie Lynn.
So there you have it. I wanted to share with you a bit of my joy. Life is wonderful. I hope and pray that life is equally wonderful for each and every one of you.
Until the next time.
Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2018