Everyone has a memory in their heart that stays with them their entire lives. I have one I want to share.
Here is a memory from my heart...
The snow had come down in soft large flakes. The children I was babysitting got up around eleven that night and begged me to let them go out to play in the newly fresh fallen snow. They should have been in bed. Dino was ten, Sara eight and Alex was four. The parents weren't due home till around two or three in the morning and the kids had a good evening. I bundled them up and we all went outside and built a snowman and enjoyed romping around in the white snow that was falling fast. Already there was four inches. The white of the snow made everything light up in the night giving off a soft glow making everything seem magical. After the giggles and the romping around in the snow. The kids eventually got tired and there was no problem getting them tucked back into bed with smiles of happy satisfaction as they warmed up under the covers and fell asleep.
I sat on the couch flipping through the channels not really seeing what was on. I thought about my life and this beautiful Greek family who was very successful with their restaurant. The father was hard working, and very dedicated to his family. He was strict, but he had love in his heart. His wife was a belly dancer. I laughed to myself at the contrast of this entire family, but was glad to know them. When they finally arrived home it was two thirty in the morning and the snow was over six inches deep and the roads were slippery. It was time for me to go home. The father looked at the weather outside and offered for me to stay the rest of the night with the family. I declined. I had to go home, or I'd be in trouble.
I left their house and began the walk home and to my surprise the father followed me.
"I'm going with you. I don't want you walking alone." He told me with finality. "I'd drive, but the roads are very dangerous right now." I felt uneasy at this, but knew he was a good man and smiled. I felt funny that he'd want to make sure I was safe.
We walked and he didn't really talk to me, at least I can't remember the conversation if there was one. What I do remember was how his presence was a comforting one. the snow kept falling in large soft flakes. There wasn't a light on anywhere with the exception of a few streetlights. The snow covered everything making the night world white and magical. I was happy, that deep in the gut feeling of something good. The walk home was a good one. Two and a half miles which would normally seem long was in my eyes and heart way too short that particular night. The father watched me at the end of our trek as I crossed the street and up my drive. Little did he know of the darkness that awaited me in the house I called a home. His caring way of wanting to make sure I made it home safe was a kind act and a contradiction in my eyes.
I watched from the porch as he walked back the way we had come making sure there was no witness to my own antics. When I knew I was all alone, I went out into our yard and smiled up into the night sky and twirled with my arms in the air. The promise of change was in the air and I welcomed the unknown with vigor. The darkness that I lived with would come to an end. Light would replace the dark and my heart would be set free. The family I sat for was a good one and to this day I think about that snow covered magical world on that walk home and how it gave me hope. That night will always be engraved in my heart. Life did change after that night and I'm glad.
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