I wanna take a minute and tell you about two spectacular young ladies, both who happened to be named Kayla. First off, Kayla Montgomery. Yesterday, man friend sent me a mini documentary that was made about her.
Kayla is one of the best long distance runners in North Carolina….and she has MS. In her freshman year of high school (Mt. Tabor! where I also went!) Kayla was diagnosed with the disease. Instead of hating, moaning, feeling sorry for herself, Kayla, was like, but maybe I’ll be a long distance runner, instead. When this girl runs, she looses all feeling in her legs. At the end of each run, she collapses into her coach’s arms:
— and endures horrendous pain, as feeling returns, until her body temperature cools down. And yet, and still – she runs.
And then there’s Kayla Mueller:
A humanitarian aid worker in Syria, who was taken hostage by ISIS in 2013, whose family just yesterday learned was killed by an airstrike. She was just 26 years old. She once wrote: “All I can do is cry with them, because I don’t know. For as long as I live, I will not let this suffering be normal. (I will not let this be) something we just accept.” I think it’s easier for most of us to stomach suffering, to accept it, in a way, because we are so far away from it. But this girl went straight into the gut of all of the suffering, to combat it.
These girls are just….I am in awe. I just can’t.
Well. I can. I can write about them. I can do the thing that I do to highlight and applaud them. And so, I will do that.