Ruth remembers being a girl, the daughter of a sharecropper
in South Carolina, one of ten kids. They lived in an old wooden cabin. One day
in spring, her fourth-grade teacher said there would be a talent show. Ruth
went home troubled, thinking, What talent
do I have?
She couldn’t sleep that night and paced the back porch
before the field. It was then the clouds parted and the moon, almost full,
filled her face and turned the boards in the porch blue. Her little mouth dropped and she knew she was
part of something larger. When asked the
next day, she said her talent was seeing
the moon.
From: The One Life We’re Given by Mark Nepo
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