-A Ring Heard Across the World

[Words to Image. A random image pulls on my attention. I choose it, listen to it, and allows it to create a thought/story within my mind, which I share here. This is what I imagined]

Morsie returned to her past and found the very mother who made her what she would become. She didn't earn the title because of blood but through her many selfless moments of love. Morsie was a tag-a-long child. Her parents never knew where she was, nor really even cared. As long as she was out of their hair, they were happy. Morsie was not.

She would tag-a-long with her friend and neighbor, wherever she went. When it was time for her friend to come home, Morsie was invited. Home led to town led to eats led to movies, parties, and dancing. Morsie learned to love Miss Bell for tucking her away, safely under her wing, as one of her own. She felt wanted and safe there.

As time stepped behind her, she embraced the many years of love and guidance she had received from her friend's mom. She made life choices based on the examples given and the lessons learned. Destiny pulled her into greatness. Fame and fortune smiled upon her, generously. Morsie made more than just a name for herself. She created a legacy.

As chance happened, Mother Nature rose to prove her dominance in the tiny town of Morsie's childhood. Ungodly destruction fell upon every corner of its borders. Morsie returned to her hometown and gazed across the wasteland of her childhood memories. She felt sick to her stomach. All was lost, everything, except one living, breathing soul, her mother. The only survivor. The one who shared blood without love.

Morsie chose to forgo their reunion amongst rubble. Instead, she searched out Miss Bell. She uncovered everything in this tiny town with hopes of finding the one person who truly molded her life, ushering in her destiny. And then she finally found her. Time fought against her but, persistence was king. Morsie's mother watched as her daughter tirelessly searched for another woman. She also watched as she wept for her, too. No tears were ever shed for the one who chose not to love. Morsie shed many for Miss Bell.

"I will always love you for loving me," she whispered to her find.

She didn't care if her blood mother heard these words. All she ever wanted was to be heard, herself. And Morsie knew where it came from and where it did not.

From this moment on, Morsie dedicated her entire fortune to the less fortunate. Her focus was not on those whose parents had less than, but those whose parents chose silence over love. She exhausted her every means to seek out a specific need and make it better. And that she did. She gave many children the one thing they were missing ... love. Tirelessly, making sure that no child within her reach would be forgotten. And her legacy lives on to this day. There are many buildings erected across this great Earth, specifically for this task. And in front of each of them hangs an item, in remembrance of someone's love and dedication for a tiny little girl who simply needed a voice. That item is a golden bell.

(Choose love)