Thursday, August 5, 2010

My Big Sister: Friend, Hero.

This is a true story that I wrote today for my sister. I wrote it on her Facebook wall in sections, and decided to leave it as such for today's blog, for the poetic aspect of it. So please read and understand this: You may not ever know the impact you have on people in this lifetime.  Make sure you thank someone today for the difference they've made in your life.

Let the story begin...

Tomorrow, long, LONG ago in a faraway land (from me currently, anyway), there lived a beautiful newly wed woman. And her husband loved her very much. Their love was proved true on this fateful day, many moons ago, as they gave birth to...

...a beautiful blond haired, blue eyed miracle. She was amazing and wonderful. Even though she needed surgery right away, her parents knew that she was perfect in every way. They cared for her and loved her and wept, I'm sure...

‎...for theirs was a whole new world now. But this tiny baby grew and grew, and the sparkle in her eyes only ever increased. She grew more beautiful every day, and grew to fall in love with Jesus at a very early age. In fact...
(She's the one on the left! That's me with the King of Broccoli.)

...She is the reason her little sister gave her life to Jesus at such a young age as well. And then, not to be any less of a hero, this brave young maiden rose to the bone-chilling challenge one hot summer day. Across the street from their home...

‎...there was a lake. On the lake there was a dock. On that dock sat her little sister--the one who looked up to this maiden for everything in life--splashing her feet in the cool, yet mirky waters. Well, this little brunette splashed herself right into the depths of the lake. Not knowing how to swim, she bobbed up and down, gasping for each precious, tiny gulp of air that she could. This maiden...

...came to the rescue like no other child her age or older could. She screamed for the mother, who was still across the street, and then reached into the depths of the slippery, mucky water, and grabbed her little sister's hand. With all her strength she held her up, as much as possible, until their mother could come and pull the little one out of the hungry lake. This maiden...

...saved her sister's life not once, but twice. So, to my fairest maiden in all the land, my sister, I say to you: tomorrow is one of my most celebrated days of each year. You are my hero still. I miss you and I love you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

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