‘Stay brave’
Dear Editor:
It’s 6am. The morning air outside the window is thick with snowflakes.
On my white refrigerator door are two scraps of paper. One , a long slim image of a blond war-amps child arms outstretched, joy in her smile, running with a prosthetic leg. The other is a note to self: “It’s the small acts, the resilience, the triumph of hope over experience” – and I remember another note on a bulletin board years ago – “It’s not that one must first have the skill and then proceed, but in proceeding, there comes the expertise with which to look.”
These are the white days of winter.
Cold, tingling fingers wielding snow shovels, the sounds of ice scrapers on morning windshields, the flashing lights of pivoting community snow plows.
Stay brave. Happy New Year.
Bronwen Stanley-Jones,
Mount Forest