“You’re gorgeous!”. We’ll get back to that shortly.
We are drawing near The Prom to Remember. The first event is the Dress Extravaganza, where the girls can come and “shop” (everything is free) for their dress, shoes and accessories. Listen, I’ve been through some trials and tribulations in my life, but I have ZERO room to complain. Having cancer, especially during your childhood/teen years sucks. Having to deal with a child going though this hell sucks as well. Perspective!
Here is the “store”, everything donated and it is very impressive.
That room was filled with girls, family, friends, Moms, Aunts, Grandmas, volunteers, salon volunteers and joy. Such joy. I walked through there a few times and left in tears every time. I am getting misty as I write this (and I don’t ordinarily easily cry). I cannot tell you the humility I felt. Moms thanking me (I made sure they knew I had nothing to do with this) for this event. Thanking me for being kind (I took credit for that!). We talked about cancer. We fawned like girls over dresses. We lived! And the hugs……heartfelt, squeezing, nothing superficial.
I also spent time with a few other volunteers, getting to know them, sharing about myself. Again, unbelievably fulfilling.
My principal role was helping get everyone signed in and navigating to the dresses, snacks and fitting rooms. I went casual for the day. As usual, I was pleased with my presentation, but that certainly isn’t the story.
The event was held at a church. Our registration table was at the end of the entry hallway. I was standing at the end of the table as a group of about six people entered. In that group was a young angel, clearly suffering the effects of her illness, she limped as she approached me. This angel was brimming with life, enthusiasm, glee and a spirit I cannot imagine. The minute she sees me she tells me I’m gorgeous. So, before I even spoke to her, I gave her a big hug. We talked on and off throughout the event and she was just a spitfire. She told me about her dress selection (emerald and she went with a short dress), the necklace she got and how she looked very sexy. God bless her and let’s hope He doesn’t see her for quite some time.
THIS is what Kandi exists for. It’s not about me, somehow I have wondered into this ability to present myself well, which in turns fills me with joy, which I somehow am able to spread. I know it’s a gift and I know my purpose is to spread that joy. Kandi is some sort of conduit for happiness and acceptance. I hope his doesn’t come across arrogantly, it’s the simple truth. Took me a while to figure this all out, but I have. I am blessed beyond words to experience what I have, what I am and what I will experience.
Oh yeah, the Prom in a few weeks! I’ll look like Alice Cooper, bawling my eyes out watching these kids escape their difficulties for a few hours. Now the pictures from that night will be something!
If you have any interest and are on Facebook, search A Prom to Remember Ohio and you can see pictures of the event and my friend and her emerald dress.