I grew up loving to read. As an adult, I find I get far too distracted and busy to just sit still and enjoy a good book. Especially nowadays. It’s weird, I am rushing around doing all that I can with my hands while I can. I don’t even know if my hands will ever be affected, but that possibility looms around in my inner thoughts. I marvel at the fluidity of my hand movement. I have become grateful for the little things.
But, back to books…..Recently I have become interested in junk journals. Making books that look old. I have used an old book spine and made a book that I love and will be auctioning off in my ALS auction. Recently, I enrolled in an online bookmaking course where I will make the entire book from scratch. This too, I will auction off. When I enrolled in the course, I was admitted into a PRIVATE Facebook group of other bookmakers enrolled in the course. I was so excited to be a part of this community. I introduced myself and gave a brief history about my illness and my journey into the world of junk journals. One woman in particular private messaged me and wanted to join my Facebook group “Kelly’s Journey with ALS”. Her name is Claudia.
You see, Claudia lives in Germany and for some reason she reached out to me in the most marvelous way. She had a wonderful idea about inviting the other participants in our private Facebook group to donate individual pages for the book I will be making for the auction. She then joined my Walk to Defeat ALS Team as a virtual walker. Heck, I can’t even get my friends and family to join my team. We have been in contact nearly every day since, sharing life, encouraging one another, and she even has made me videos showing me some tricks she has learned bookmaking.
As I reflect upon our budding friendship, I am so thankful to a God who continues to bring people into my life where emptiness has set in. Friends of old have fallen to the wayside of my journey along the ALS road, but new friends have come. Stronger friends who are not afraid of my disease. Friends who know no other me than the me I am today. The me who can no longer speak. Where conversations are slower. Or just in text.
It amazes me that I can form a friendship halfway across the world with a woman I will probably never meet in person. She is kind and thoughtful. She is giving. I hope I can be that kind of friend to others. She is a blessing to me.
Books transport us into a different time. They let us escape. And in this case, they brought me the most unexpected friendship. That’s the beauty of a simple book.