What if…..
…..it was no mistake I’m transgendered? What if it was no mistake that God had me in contact with certain people who might be seriously struggling…and dying.
…..what if it was no mistake? How would I react then if my life was not a big screw-up but was a big blessing?
…..what would I do if I learned that suffering for being who I am wasn’t something to avoid but something to embrace?
How would I live if it
was clear and evident that my life was slowly but inextricably being
intertwined with the lives of other women in New England for some
purpose I cannot fathom at this time?How would I live if I chose not to be scared of
the dark but embraced the little tiny speck of light at the end of the
tunnel – and then chose to walk to it. Stubbing my toe, scratching my elbow – but moving ever forward?
was clear and evident that my life was slowly but inextricably being
intertwined with the lives of other women in New England for some
purpose I cannot fathom at this time?How would I live if I chose not to be scared of
the dark but embraced the little tiny speck of light at the end of the
tunnel – and then chose to walk to it. Stubbing my toe, scratching my elbow – but moving ever forward?
…..What if?
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