She loves butterflies… She had butterfly earrings, a butterfly shirt, butterfly tattoos and a butterfly necklace with her apartment key attached to it.
“I joined the U.S. Army when I was 20 because I searched for help when I was homeless, but couldn’t find it… The Army was my best option.” I asked her what she did in the Army and she smiled, “I was a secretary, I typed stuff.” I had to listen closely to every word she said as she was hard to understand, but wanted so badly to tell me her story. As she spoke, she would contort her face as if she were giving her words everything she had to push out of her mouth.
Before I left she said, “I have to take medicine for my mental problems, but I have an apartment and my son lives with me… he is diabetic.”
American Author Richard Bach once wrote, “The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.” Bach's books espouse his philosophy that our apparent physical limits and mortality are merely appearance.
