I'm still in high school, and I was upset one day because I wasn't allowed to take a day off for a Sabbat - my school would still count me as an unexcused absent, unless I got my mother to sign me off (she really won't - she thinks I'm Wiccan just to be "different.") All I wanted was to practice freely, and spend one of my sacred days in the woods across from my house, not in a classroom. Needless to say, I was a little upset and indignant - we get off school for every CHRISTIAN holiday, but when it comes to Ostara, I'm on my own.
Randomly, without any reason whatsoever, my friend ran up to me and gave me a present: a necklace. She had woven the string herself - a beautiful combination of red, white, and black: a tribute to the recent troubles in Japan. The pendant was a pentacle, with a triple goddess sitting atop it, the middle circle a vibrant red gem. (I've always felt very connected to the color red - I was born under Feoh, and my birthstone is a ruby. I'm a very firey person, I guess. :) )
She's a Christian. Her reason for giving it to me? "I saw it and thought of you." She's also a tad autistic, and had no idea how I was feeling.
This type of thing tends to happen to me a lot: when I feel repressed or discriminated against for being Wiccan, a random person (a stranger, once) shows me different. Every time, someone takes me away from a situation and shows me that there are accepting and loving people out there, closer than I'd think.
Lizzie, you give me hope every day. Your blind kindness is exactly what I love about you.
Love and Light,