Whoever Finds This I Love You...

I am not at all in a good place physically, so please bear with me as I post the following I had halfway completed for awhile and only now finished writing the hard part you will come to about Trevor, a friend.  But what this is really about 

is a message of how a song can have a powerful impact on us.  And holding onto hope.  Especially for a thirteen year old Adelaide.

For you see had it not been for the sorrow which carved me from within...had it not been for my courage and finding the best friends when needed most, I would not have soared to attaining the joy of having the very full amazing life I have had.  

Because of this you would not be reading about a Little Person galloping through the challenges of her life, or her horses, theatre, tough stuff, hilarious stuff, gratitude attitude stuff.  Someone who despite living with the most horrendous challenges and losses kept soaring anyway.  AND STILL IS.

My life at thirteen though was a dark time and filled with loss.  Dear friends were sent to foster homes, my Grandfather suddenly died.  I faced yet another new school with terrible ridicule.  And my childhood was filled with the unending violence and instability from my "parents" instead of having the love and acceptance of normal parents.

At this time the following song below, written and sung by the late Mac Davis hit the charts.  I not only embraced the song deeply, I did what the child 

does by writing the same words with my name on lots of paper, letting the wind scatter them everywhere for someone to find and believing I would.  I was that desperate for a friend then.

And someone did seek Adelaide out.  A boy two years older than me who lived down the road who had a horse.  Trevor told me he too desperately needed a friend but never would have had the courage to do what I did to find one that way.

For a very brief time we became close friends and talked a lot.  Sadly Trevor thought suicide was the only way to deal with things.  My innate fighting spirit was too strong a force for me to ever take my life.  I tried so hard to help Trevor as did his loving parents, but one day early that Fall he took his life.  It was I who found him. 

I was devastated.  

When the child in the song knew she was alone again she pressed forth by writing a new page with the same words as before.  Instead, I pressed forth by writing the poem about the darkness of a life without hope in it.  As I shared in a recent blog, because of that poem my English teacher reached out and poured her love into me.  Her love took me beyond my sorrows enabling me to soar further.  Three years later I found my four incredible mentor friends and I began my very amazing life.

So never ever let go of hope.

At the end of these lyrics below is the link to Mac Davis singing the sweet melody to these words that Adelaide too, wrote on many pages long ago before scattering them with the wind to find a friend.

   

    On a quiet street

In the city
A little old man walked along
Shufflin' thru the autumn afternoon
And the autumn leaves reminded him
Another summer's come and gone
He had a lonely night ahead
Waitin' for June

Then among the leaves
Near the orphan's home
A piece of paper caught his eye
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
As he read the childish writing
The old man began to cry
'Cause the words burned inside of him
Like a brand

Whoever finds this I love you
Whoever finds this I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this I love you

The old man's eyes searched the orphan's home
And came to rest upon a child
With her nose pressed up against the window pane
And the old man knew he'd found a friend at last
So he waved at her and smiled
And they both knew they'd spend the winter laughing at the rain

And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain
Talkin' thru the trees and exchanging little gifts
They'd made for each other
The old man would carve toys for the little girl
And she would draw picture for him of beautiful ladies
Surrounded by green trees and sunshine
And they laughed a lot
But then on the first day of June
The little girl ran to the fence to show
The old man a picture she had drawn
But he wasn't there
And somehow the little girl knew he wasn't coming back
So she went back to her little room
Took a crayon, piece of paper and wrote:

Whoever finds this I love you
Whoever finds this I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this I love you

Songwriters: Mac Davis

Whoever Finds This, I Love You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

*Blogger is not posting this as a working link, so for my Twitter readers I will post the link in a Tweet following this posting.     A.

https://youtu.be/P7KU7Zvjp0Y