Interview with Missy Fischer, Content Author, and her friend Jennifer who she shared a story about last week.
It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and my phone rang. Distracted by surrounding racks of colorful clothing, I silenced my phone and placed it back in my purse. I continued shopping alongside my mother, my aunt, and my ninety-something-year-old Grandma who were visiting for Easter. As I scanned the aisles—searching for my mom who has a history of disappearing while shopping—I found a moment to check my voicemail. A sound of ringing preceded a message I will never forget.
Over Christmas break, we took our daughters to see the movie Wonder. I was warned that this movie may be a bit hard for me, so I needed to be sure to bring Kleenex. I had also heard it was a wonderful movie about kindness, and a must-see for my kindness-preaching heart. Wonder was all the things I was encouraged and warned about. I cried, I laughed, and my heart went to an unexpected place.
I used to feel strong, invincible. Like I could take on the world at any moment. I was confident, bold, and mostly uncaring. My feelings were tucked away safe in a vault, and anger guarded it well—so well that I could make myself big and scary to make others back away. I never knew or felt anxiety, unease, or true uncomfortableness.
I gently held out my hand, slowly extending my fingers toward the flowers. The butterfly perched there, still for a moment, as if taking a deep breath before suddenly fluttering off into the sky. I watched it fly away with tears in my eyes. There was beauty in its freedom, but sadness too, as we had been together for a while.