The Man in the Window

The Man in the Window

Those first days were the hardest for the little princess. Sarah had been through times without her father before, when he was called away for military duty or to see to the concerns on the front, but he had always seemed close by. Now as she spoke those magic words that promised they would see each other again, and after only the ghost of his strong presence was left standing behind her, she couldn’t help the shallow feeling that this time it was different.

But the soldier in her knew better and during that time there was nothing Sarah had been more thankful for, than her assurance that he would return.

There had been many of those who had provided their own rays of hope and encouragement to the young girl. Miss Rose, for example, who had always been there to soften the sting after one of Miss. Minchin’s crueler punishments. And Ram Dass, whose kindness knew no bounds and who acted as a guardian to the child when she was left with nothing.

       The support of her companions and the faith within her heart had worked to set the little princess free.

       But her story has already been told.

       For the true magic of such strength and kindness is that it never affects just one person. It wasn’t only Sarah who admired the gentle charm of her Indian neighbor. His kindness brought joy to another. His grace and comfort gave security to her when she needed him. And it wasn’t Sarah alone who saw the beauty of Miss Rose’s smile. Her interest and laughter was treasured by another, held close in the memory of midnight, as he left the window from which they communed.
 
       From the sadness of those initial days, to the disasters that would rage on after, many stories and relationships were forged. And just as the little princess did, so too did the others grow stronger from their journey; finding one another through the darkness… or from across the balcony, or through an open window; calling out and connecting over that great divide.