I had just graduated high school.
I was spending an inordinate amount of time weeping in the office of a compassionate guidance counselor. At 17 I couldn’t see my way out of the city I grew up in.
I would start college in a few weeks, and nothing would change.
“I have to go to college, I have to support myself or I’ll never get out of here!” I wept.
He suddenly sat down and quietly spoke to me, as though he were about to share a secret.
“You can go now, you should go now.”
“I can??? But how??”
I didn’t know how.
Late that night after everyone was asleep and the house was dark and silent, I took the phone into the bathroom stretching the curly cord and squeezing the door shut on it.
I dialed my sister who was in school overseas.
“Please be there…please be there….”
A foreign voice answered. I asked for my sister. She came on the line. I immediately broke down in sobs, “Please can I come stay with you.”
“Of course! Yes!”
Not only was my sister willing for me to come to her she flew back to the states and took me with her.
I promised my parents I would be back in a year and go to school.
I packed everything that had any meaning to me in 2 suitcases.
I had $400 after paying for the airline ticket.
My sister held my hand in the cab to the airport.
The sun was shining.
I stopped crying then and there.
I turned to my sister, “I’m never going back.”
She hugged me. The sun was so bright. I couldn’t remember it ever shining so brightly as it did that day… and the sky was huge.