Not feeling important, not being as perfect as the next, too fat, too thin, unique and unsure. Those are just a few feelings that enter every teen’s mind during their high school years, and for some, even sooner. They silently cry inside wondering why God made them so different from the other kids. Although not willing to admit it, these uncertainties gnaw away at them little by little.
When the courage is finally gained and the decision is made to share their feelings with someone, the reply is repetitive. “You shouldn’t care what other people think. You are who you are, be happy with it.” It’s one thing to think that sentence over and over in their mind and know there’s truth behind it. But to actually open the curtain and step out on the stage is completely different, almost reeking. I envy those who get
over the stage fright and accomplish this crucial step.
The person who knows this escape plan best is my friend Renée. She has stood at that door many times and has tried opening it with many keys. Her first key was small and round with the name Advil inscribed at the center. That key didn’t fit, so she experimented with another object. This key was long and narrow, with an extremely sharp edge. She found it while shaving her legs, it was simple enough to pull out, and looked as though it’d fit. After pushing it in and out many times, she realized this attempt had too brought failure. Frustrated and confused, Renée crawled in the dark searching for another alternative. While drifting across the floor, she collided with a soft embrace. An embrace from caring friends and family who reached above her to turn on the master