Sunday, April 14, 2013
Lace up shoes
Liza bent over and laced up her shoes. These delicate riding shoes had been bestowed upon her years back, during her earlier riding years. Liza's feet were small and seemed to stay this way, so replacements were not needed, nor were they desired. She never wanted to get rid of these shoes. They seemed to have special powers that made riding blissfully easy. She new they had no real power, but she could always dream. There were many a day when riding was the last thing on her mind. But just like the dedicated person that she was, she would reluctantly lace up the mystical shoes and trudge down to the stable, and instantly, wearing those shoes, and galloping along on her horse, Penny, her thoughts and plans seemed to disappear and she was spaced out from the trouble of the world, alone with just her, God, and penny. Nothing could stop her. One day she was out with her trusty riding shoes on, and Penny, ready to go. They journeyed out into the field, where Liza would normally bring Penny to a halt, and she would stand and breath in the fresh air, her hair waving behind her. It always felt so surreal, and dramatic. But today, as she breathed in the refreshing scents of the swift wind, something happened. The next moment she opened her eyes, and was flying backward off of Penny, who was darting away. Penny had seen a snake. Liza never laid eyes on it, and never would. She was knocked unconscious, her whole body aching, but she couldn't move. She awoke that next day in a hospital. She wouldn't know it was a hospital until she was told. Liza had lost her sight in the accident. She was blind... blind, blind, blind. It seemed so impossible, so unreal. How could someone survive without seeing the world? How could she ride? She would never be able to use her riding shoes again. Or so she thought. The days passed, and turned into weeks, and into months, and then years. Liza had made a remarkable recovery. Though something about the way she lived, was strange. She would wake up every morning, somehow assemble and outfit with the color system her parents had set up for her, allowing her to dress practically herself. The Liza would go to her closet and pull out her riding shoes, slip them on, lace them up, and guide herself down the stairs. She attended a school for the blind everyday, which she adored. Liza had not sat on a horse since the incident had occurred. She didn't feel safe on Penny anymore. Her parents had another horse, that was stronger and older, which they knew wold never do to Liza what Penny had done. Today, as she was eating her breakfast, her mother came up to her and pulled her up out of her chair. She led her to the front door, opened it and strolled Liza outside. Liza didn't protest, and her mother didn't say a word. Liza knew where they were going, the stable. Liza's mother had never given up on her daughters riding ability's, and she never would. Liza's mother, Rachel, did this every so often, but usually, she had to beg her daughter to even come into the stable, but today, something was different. As Rachel led her into the stable that held Ada, the stronger horse, Liza's body filled with calmness. She was peaceful, and felt so utterly at home. She felt her hand over the horse, and caressed His delicate skin. She felt for the saddle, latched her hand on the handle at the top, and for reasons she wasn't sure of, she pulled her limber body up onto the horses sturdy back, Placed her her feet, which were safely embedded in the treasured shoes, and kicked gently on the sides of the horse. She knew her way out of the sable, blind or with 20/20 vision. She glided toward the track and simply rode and rode, cherishing that breathless, blissful feeling of peace. Suddenly she stopped the horse, and breathed deeply, she didn't know where she was anymore, but her mother and father came up running behind her. Her father, Steven, pulled her off the horse and cradle her small agile body, they were all weeping, though their tears were tears of joy, and not of sadness. Liza prayed silently in her mind, eagerly thanking God for her opportunity to be blind, for the blessing of her parents, and for her aged, lace up riding shoes.