Walking Shoes

I waited… as nervously and impatiently as I had been in my visions… and… NOTHING! No call. I checked my phone and it was working. I checked for missed calls… and even checked to see if I had missed a missed call… Nope! Nadda! Nothing! I went from feeling nervous to crushed in the blink of an eye… that is… until his chat box popped up in my window to inform me that he was having trouble getting the call to go through… so I called him instead. The moment I heard the tell-tale ‘ring-ring, ring-ring’ of an International call… my heart started pounding so hard in my chest… I thought for sure I was going to give myself away. All the blood in my body rushed to my ears and it sounded like the ocean breeze was blowing through my head.

(Ha Ha… Insert blonde joke here… and get it over with… I’ve got a story to tell)

“Hello.” He said in a quiet voice… a quiet, shy voice with an accent that made my ear melt right to the phone… which would have been helpful only moments later when I, in all my jittery nervousness, pressed the phone too hard against my cheek… thus hanging up on him. This was an action that repeated its self, SEVERAL times over the length of our entire conversation. (Looking back now… he really should’ve had a better idea what he was getting himself into?!?)

Our conversation consisted of me:  apologizing for hanging up, laughing my nervous laugh and then saying “Really?” a LOT (which I did to cover up the fact that I either didn’t hear him or possibly didn’t understand him). We discussed the price of “petrol” and he told me how he had just fueled up earlier only to discover he’d left his wallet at home… after pumping the fuel. (I’m not even going to make a comment here about how I, in more recent times, have been referred to as a… what was that word again… Oh yes… Scatterbrain!!! Because that would be petty… hehehe)

This next part is not what this piece is about and I don’t wish to dwell on it here… However, it was a huge part of me finding the strength to leave and stay gone; and as such, is deserving of at least a tangential side note…

Through several chats… conversations… late-night skyping sessions… this man showed me that I was a woman worthy of love, deserving of life and entitled to happiness… He helped me reignite the pilot light in the very heart of me that lit up the way to my freedom! When the rains and wind threatened that light… he stood watch over me and kept it burning. When I felt alone and afraid, he reminded me of all the people I had cheering for me… when there was no end in sight… he showed me how far I had come… and he did all of these things from five thousand miles away…

And that, my friends, (much like the Hokey Pokey) IS what it’s all about!!!

There were a couple more calls that followed… more chatting… more emails and then came SKYPE… an invention that has made this world an even smaller place to live. (I mean that in the most wonderful way)