Messages from the Periphery: In Search of Myself

The lights went out and it was obvious there would be no more dancing in the streets as Leni faced the rubble of the bombed-out homes, once filled with laughter. At the sight of the devastation, a surge of heat rushed through her body. An urge sweet and enticing - lured her to inflict on the others what was done to her. She was fourteen years old, and recognized that she stood at the crossroad where she was forced to choose her destiny. Surge forward, or rise above the corrosive urge for revenge.

Today many years and many wars later – the current victim’s eyes again plead as hers had once before. Doesn’t the world care? And have we really considered whether this is the kind of legacy we want to leave for our children?”

It is no longer a matter whether the world cares or not, she concludes, but rather: “Are we willing to change?”

And who says we are too small to make a difference?

Leni’s words offer the reader an opportunity for contemplation and self-analysis. It is a work of her inner journey. Join in her courage and exploration.