Af­ter my heart was crushed, can I ever love again?

Daily Mail - - Con­fi­den­tial -

Once upon a time there was a lovely lady who lived in a dark room. Once, years and years ago, she had fallen from a car­riage driven at great speed by some­body she loved and for ever af­ter that lost the use of her legs.

So she stayed in her lonely room, gaz­ing fixedly at the locked door in front of her, never need­ing any sus­te­nance ex­cept the pain in her heart.

It kept her go­ing, you see, like a ham­ster cap­tive in a wheel.

One day she felt a draught at her neck and thought her room seemed lighter. She also heard strange sounds. Slowly and painfully she turned her head (she wasn’t used to moving) and saw to her amaze­ment that there had al­ways been a sash win­dow in the wall behind.

It was open — just a small way. She could hear bird­song and smell sweet per­fume, like roses, or lilies. And just then a bee buzzed its way un­der the sash and walked along the sill, its del­i­cate wings glit­ter­ing in the light.

But our lady was ter­ri­fied. The bee might sting her! And she had once read you could catch hor­ri­ble dis­eases from birds.

And she knew that if you scratched your­self on a rose thorn and it went sep­tic, you could die.

She tried not to in­hale the scented air that flowed into the room be­cause you could get asthma and hay fever all at once from flow­ers and grass.

Oh, there was so much dan­ger in that gar­den outside.

not to men­tion ugly things like toads and bee­tles and grass snakes that might be lurk­ing in the un­der­growth.

no, she thought, I will not look. I will not smell.

I will not lis­ten to birds and bees. I will not feel grass be­neath my feet or taste free­dom from this room. It’s just not safe.

And so she turned back sadly and went on star­ing at the locked door ahead of her.

So con­sumed by fear and anger and sad­ness that one day there was noth­ing left of her but a frag­ile husk, left behind on a chair.

nO! I refuse that sce­nario. I will re­write it and have my lady jump up in ex­cite­ment, re­alise with delight

her legs work per­fectly, run to the win­dow, throw up the sash, fling her­self over the win­dowsill — and break free.

All the world is wait­ing for her, if she will just ac­cept this chance.

And my sce­nario will be made into a beau­ti­ful film with such a happy end­ing, where the hero­ine takes baby steps to­wards a new love, in a new life, in a new world, full of the joys of spring.

Now is the time to blos­som. Right now when the daf­fodils are bless­ing us, even if in places they poke their brave, golden heads though snow.

Now, when the birds are all build­ing nests and Mr and Mrs Duck on our river look like get­ting busy — even if ot­ter and fox will threaten their duck­lings. Now when it is Easter — a time of re­newal and light af­ter dark­ness.

Get to know your man, Mimi Open your heart and take a chance.

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