touched

Some kids will never forget. I'm not sure what I ever said to her to, but whatever it was, it printed a vivid picture of me into her. It's strange because i don't remember her name for the life of me. I tried so hard to think back to the Saturdays that I spent with her, but they just seem to be erased from my thoughts.

I smile remembering my first City Kidz bus. Bus 62 was always full of enthusiastic, loud, rambunctious kids so excited to get to the City Kidz theater. The red bus was ALWAYS full of singing kids as we stormed down the Hamilton Streets to the Playhouse Theater on Sherman Avenue.

I remember very few kids that rode on that bus, and I absolutely hate it that she has to be one of them. I wish a name could be put to her beautiful blonde hair, big blue eyes and broad smile, however when I stop to think about what her name is -- nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Despite not being able to recall the hours we spent together on Bus 62, I know a difference was made. And that's the point - right? I have always prayed that God would allow me to reach out and touch my kidz lives. Today I've found that I have. Somehow, I've reached out to this little girl. As she saw me in the theater today, she reached out to me and embraced me in a hug. Though the noise of other kidz singing and screaming, she said "I miss you!"

I thank God that he has answered my prayers. Although I'm not sure how, somehow I've been able to reach out to a child and in some way had the ability to touch their life.