Every word and every sentence brought forth more emotion. There in the cold office pantry, what used to just be a children story for him was quickly turning into something else, a reflection and a revelation of a life that wasn't easy to travel. The vulnerability of the ugly duckling he felt as if he was the little creature himself, whose sadness was brought about by the imperative need to belong. Why don't I belong? Why am I different? he thought. It's because I'm so ugly! he and the ugly duckling cried in unison. Tears slowly trickled down his cheeks.
You don't understand me, the ugly duckling protested. The man nodded. Understand. That one word burst the balloon that had been swelling in his heart for many years. All his life, he had lived with some unexplained loneliness: he didn't share the same interests with most of his peers, couldn't relate well to others for some reason, and, at times, viewed the world oddly. He carried on with the story just like he did all his life, trudging on, hoping, wishing, and dreaming for some salvaging light to show him the way and answer his questions.Read More