Yet.
Three little letters.
Yet is certain of nothing. Nothing good and nothing bad. It is a hinge on a door in our life. It is opening or closing. And sometimes our whole world hinges on the
direction of the door. Or the coming in
or going out of a person. Sometimes the
wind blows the door open with spring air or blows the door shut when a storm
approaches.
We say to people “the door is always open.” But really, the door can’t remain open all of
the time. Night falls and very few
people go to bed and leave the front door wide open. Sometimes it may be unlocked but not wide
open. There are reasons we shut the door
at night. To keep the heat in the house. To keep a monster out of the closet. To signal to the neighbors this house is down
for the night.
We shut the door and turn off the porch
light. And draw the drapes. No more illumination of what really goes on
inside when someone is outside looking in.
Lights off – go away.
Yet, Mr. Larry Wilkins in Kuttawa, Kentucky
had his porch light on January 3. He was
home with his two dogs when there was a light knock at the door. He opened it to find a bloodied, shivering
little girl. The dogs welcomed her in
and she told Mr. Wilkins about a plane crash.
Her parents were dead and the plane was upside down.
She saw his porch light and walked barefooted
through the woods, wearing clothes suited for Florida and not the cold, wet
Kentucky night. Mr. Wilkins said she was
a brave little girl. He wouldn’t even
walk through those woods in the dark.
She is seven years old. I can only guess that she knows every word of
Frozen or was wearing sparkly purple nail polish and a special beaded cornrow obtained
at a souvenir shop where tan, young women gain job skills braiding hair,
folding t-shirts and scooping up Hermit crabs.
I do know she is amazing. She survived a plane crash and realized her
parents were dead. In the same
situation, most adults would be beyond coping.
Yet, Sailor had the presence of mind to pick
herself up and go for help. She was not
waiting for someone to come to her.
Yet resides with the negative but, the never
finished and. But yet is a contract of
possibility, more is yet to come.
Eighteen days into the new year of 2015.
A year of hopes unseen, yet.
