Miranda looked at her best friend Sienna, realizing how quickly a life could change.
Sienna being shot was a reminder that tomorrow wasn’t a promise, but a gift. A lesson they had learned young, but Sienna was so strong.
I couldn’t be so strong if it were me. I could not handle things the way she was.
Lord I know it is you that has given Sienna the strength.
Sienna gripped the wheels of her chair, trying to keep up with the pace of everyone else. She wanted to keep up with her pens, she watched as feet shuffled past her, but Miranda stayed by her side the way she had done during the months when Sienna was in the hospital.
She gripped her wheels more tightly, her glove laced hands protecting her hands from energy. Sienna needed her hands more than ever. Her legs were now lifeless, her dead feet resting on the foot rests. Her wheelchair was purple with purple rims, so much better than the one she had used in the hospital.
Life is so different for me now, I am no longer on the ballet stage, I am no longer a dancer, but I do miss it Lord. I miss the beauty of the dance.
“Sienna are you okay?” Miranda asked her best friend. Sienna looked tired, she was hurting, although she would not say anything, Miranda could see the way she flinched.
Lord I know this is hard for Sienna, if there is anything I can do to help her show me that Lord. I don’t want Sienna to struggle any more than she has to.
“I’m okay, just tired. I guess I better get used to this though, the day has barely started.”
“Miranda I am, if I paced myself anymore I would sit parked in front of the school all day.”
“Well you wouldn’t have to deal with the teachers, and some of the students.” Miranda joked back.
Sienna and Miranda were not going to rush to class, Sienna could not, but she was thankful to be back at school. Slowly but surely she was getting on with her life.
The bell rang, giving Sienna more room to maneuver around. She was going to be a few minutes late for class, but at the moment her mind wasn’t on class, it was on the day she was shot, a few hours before actually.
Keep at it Sienna, you will go far, you are a dancer at heart, you have a gift.
Seven months and so much had changed.
Lord I want to dance, it’s still in me, but I can’t even walk.
Sienna was not feeling sorry for herself, but she was trying to figure things out. She was going to dance again someday she had to believe that She just did not know how or when.
“We have to get to class Sienna.”
“I know, I am sorry I just got lost in a memory.”
“Are you sure you are ready to be back Sienna?”
“Yes Miranda, I feel good about this, and sitting at home isn’t going to do me any good. I am going to graduate with the class. I am going to do this Miranda, God kept me here for a reason and I am going to live my life.”
“Sienna you are stronger than I could be.”
“I’m not so strong Miranda, it’s Jesus who gives me the strength.”
“I know and I am so glad he does.”
“So am I.”
The first class of the day was English, one of Sienna’s better classes. She loved to read and write, so she had always gotten A’s and B’s in the class, and she had managed to keep the grades up even in her months of rehab and hospitalization. Sienna refused to let the shooting stop her from living her dreams, and she needed to do well in school to do that.
Sienna had always been a good student, her weak point had been Math, but even in that she rarely got lower than a B.
As Sienna wheeled herself into the classroom, struggling slightly with the incline, despite the small size of it, some of her classmates began gathering around her. Questions were fired, questions that Sienna did her best to answer. She had discovered that talking honestly about what happened to her was the best bet.
I refuse to act like a poor victim. I am not going to be defined by the bullet that took my ability to walk away. I am not going to let evil and hate win. The Lord has something planned for me and I am going to live up to that. I am going to fulfill that purpose Lord.
“We’re glad your back.” Friends and classmates welcomed Sienna. She had missed the majority of her Senior year, her days and night spent in the hospital, but she was home now. Her soft bed with the Sunflower quilt, antique pictures, and the gold mirror that had been in her family for generations. She missed hearing country music coming from Kelsea’s room, especially Reba, her sister loved Reba.
“I am glad to be back. I didn’t know if this day would ever come. I am just so glad that I am finally home.”
“Are you okay?” Someone asked. “I mean are you going to be okay?”
“I’ll make it yes, but if you are asking if I will ever walk again, barring a miracle no, thankfully I have faith though, and I believe in miracles but even if I take another step while I am on this earth, I am going to continue to sing God’s praises.”
Sienna gripped the wheels on her purple wheelchair once again. “Right now though this will get me where I need to go, and I know I am blessed. I made it, I survived that bullet, things could have been so different.”