Sistah Shoop knew she would be unfamiliar to
all that came around, but she had hope that in time all would find some comfort in who she
was. She had moved into a new neighborhood,
into a new community as she struck out to live her life anew.
Where she had come from made no matter. It
was a part of a past that had only provided her with skills she would move forward with in
her life. Sistah Shoop held no resentments to
that past; she had learned to forgive all that had taken from her life offering nothing in
return, nothing so much as a thank you. It
was a large part of her being, as it should be with anyone she felt, forgiveness.
Sistah Shoop was not of a religious nature, but found it simpler to hang her hat
on the spiritual. Things happened and more
often than not there were no co incidents. She
had long ago learned to live from her heart often ignoring the goings-on in her mind. Using well-honed intuition seemed to provide her
with the ability to step off any cliff and into a nothingness that seldom came with
meeting a hard bottom quickly. Shoop fully
believed there was much in life that could only be found by taking such a step. It wasnt about comfort or safety as much as
it was about pure living.
She was a big woman, both in stature and in her way of being. It had taken most of her life to come to terms
with either of these points. And she no
longer put much weight on societal beliefs. Yes,
in the eyes of most she could use to drop a few pounds and yes, in the minds of most she
could be quite loud when bringing home a point, but who were these people, really? And exactly what right did any of them have to
pass judgment? The world was full of many
beliefs, but just how many of them could possibly be true all at once?
Sistah Shoop heard the backfire from the old truck and knew it was her one and
only friend, in her new community, coming to visit. Ms.
Mess would come bearing a Dr. Pepper and olives stuffed with feta cheese. These were her friends favorites. She opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a
glass. Ms. Mess did not like bottles. And the sound of the front door closing confirmed
the young womans arrival.
She smiled at her visitor; her first houseguest, knowing Mess would never learn
to use the doorbell or the doormat. Some
lessons in life just didnt hold a lot of importance.
The young woman sat down the sack she carried and threw her arms out. A smile stretched across her face about the size
of Texas. It was greeted with one more the
size of Illinois. But it was the hug that
came next which bridged the two states.
Sistah Shoop stepped up and stepped in to embrace Ms. Mess. It had been awhile since their last time together. And in that stepping up Shoop knew that her life
would somehow be forever different. And by
stepping in she understood it was only the beginning.