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I
believe in rainbows.
I don't mean in the scientific
sense. I'm sorry, but light refraction doesn't demand a great
deal of faith. I believe in rainbows in the way they should
be believed - as something magical, mythical, healing. Perhaps
not in a physical sense, but healing for heart, mind and soul.
A rainbow brings joy to an otherwise
grey day - the same way as a smile, a hug, a kiss. But the
thing is - not many believe in rainbows. I believe. It's sad
to know that people don't.
There is a lot of pain in the
world, yet people won't believe in something that can give
so much joy. Perhaps it's because they can't touch it. I guess
they don't understand that that is part of its mystique. The
fact that it cannot be held, touched, broken.
I heard a story once. It was
told by someone representing the Starlight Foundation. They
grant wishes to children who are sick - terminally ill or
close to it. They granted a wish to Nathan Cavalleri. But
this story was about a little girl. I can't remember why she
was sick but I remember her wish. She wanted to see a rainbow.
Just once. The foundation granter her wish and flew her to
the Niagara Falls, where she didn't see just one rainbow,
but about 50.
Rainbows make wishes come true.
I don't know why more people don't believe in rainbows, and
I try to stop, because sometimes it hurts to believe when
those around you don't. I try to stop believing, to close
my heart to the world. But I can't. I have to keep believing.
Because it would hurt even more if I stop. So I guess I'll
just keep believing. And I'll try to hide my tears when I
meet someone who doesnŐt. It may not always work, but I'll
try.
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