Getting to New York was a chore indeed.
My two friends had covered for me until I was out of the church building, and then Ms. Stonewall, my dance teacher, had driven me to the bus terminus and provided me some of her savings to use in times of need.
‘Use it well, Kyra. I trust you and I believe in you.’
‘But…this is a lot, Lydia!’ I had looked at the card in astonishment. ‘How do I ever return this favor?’
‘Oh, don’t worry, I will get it back with interest.’ She had grinned at me. “When I see you perform on some of the biggest stages in the world. That would be my biggest reward.’
She had no idea how much her words had encouraged me to move forward. She wasn’t just my teacher or my mentor…she was my idol. And one day, I planned to make her proud. And preparations for that day, started right now.