My "back from
death experience" at 17 resulted in family friends inviting me to Tempe; my
senior year was the best in my life. Not
only because I found myself healthy and well liked at school and church, which
was significant, but because of Wayne.
He was, and is, my one true love--though we were never romantically involved.
At the time I
was being molested
by the doctor under
whose care my mother had left me (also leader
of the Young Life group at Scottsale High.)
I understand Angelou's I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings. Because
of Wayne, I sang. His extreme intelligence, his goodness and humor brought
to a soul in starvation.
I've spoken to my friend only twice since June 2,
1972, the day I married and life ended. Perhaps
someday we'll run into each other again. NOTE: An update on this can be found in my blog.