She arrived one day, an unremarkable day by all accounts. We said, welcome, and that was it. New people were coming from time to time, we had got used to it. She settled in with the community without any major difficulties and soon, she was one of us.
Until she started talking about her ideas.
At once, everyone stayed away from her. No, no, no-no-no-no, they shook their heads. We can’t have that. Unacceptable.
Some were disgusted. “Ughhh, what?” and “What is wrong with you???” were some of the reactions.
Some screamed. Some cried. No kidding, they really did.
As soon as she began talking, something stirred up in me. I listened. I wanted to know more. I was excited. I got goose bumps.
“If you want to know more, you can follow me,” she said.
The decision would be mine to make.
I could have gone back to the others, or I could have followed her. I didn’t have to think about it long, for I knew what I wanted. So I followed her.
I have not regretted it once. The possibilities that opened in front of me would never have had opened, had I not followed her.
They don’t know, of course. They remain in their place, afraid. They could see, if they only made that choice to open their eyes. Because if they do, they’ll know.
It’s curiosity that beats fear.
Written for the prompt on OLWG, No. 3 – “so I followed her”. Thank you for reading.