After my earlier post featuring my glittery, Dorothy-style high heels for tomorrow’s catwalk, I couldn’t resist doing what some of you warned me not to.
I put the shoes on, squeezed my eyes shut, and tapped my heels together three times.
When I opened them, I was not in Kansas (thank God). But moments later, the doorbell rang. It was Fed-Ex.
I didn’t order anything Fed-Ex I thought to myself as the truck pulled away and I brought the box into the house.
I didn’t. But my Big Sis Julie did.
That long, slender box on my front porch was a bouquet of beautiful flowers with a note enclosed from my Big Sis, sending me her magic over the miles. A bouquet of flowers for the performance. Enchanting.
Then, I received the most beautiful and uplifting voicemail message from my Bras for a Cause Media Relations Committee counterpart, Rachel Hunt, who took me under her wing this year, my first as a Committee Member. Rachel, who is also a young breast cancer survivor, always seems to know exactly when to call, precisely when I most need to hear words of hope, faith, and long-term survival. “We have lots of work to do together, you and me,” she said. “For years and years to come.”
That we do, Rachel. That we do. Serendipitous.
Finally, at the 11th hour, a pair of tickets fell into my hands from the big heart of another Committee Member, Alex Shupe. These tickets will allow two beautiful ladies to attend tomorrow evening — one of them 88 years young and a five-year breast cancer survivor. Alex, I can’t thank you enough. Magical.
My advice? Go find your glitziest pair of shoes, put them on, and tap your heels together three times. Who knows what might happen?
But don’t be scared. I’ve already blazed this path.
Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson