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From: Demi dlersch@simpletel.com
Date: 11 Jun 2001
Time: 17:41:27
Remote Name: 208.209.255.161
This has been written over and over and I doubt it makes any sense, but if I dont send this now, I dont know if I ever will...
November 2nd 1995 was my sweet 16. It was also the day of a car wreck that killed 3 W.T. White students who were my friends. In the days and weeks to come I became really withdrawn from everyone. I used to see Wendy at advisory peroid once in awhile. I guess she noticed one day how much of a wreck I had become, because she took me by the hand and drug me out to her car later that afternoon. I think that was the first of a long list of assemblies that I skipped...
We went up to a coffee shop and sat outside, just talking... she didnt ask me what was bothering me, and I didnt tell her. But by the end of the afternoon something had changed inside me... I was finally starting to heal.
I'm almost positive she knew what had happened, but she didnt make a big deal out of it. That was the first afternoon since the accident that I went out and did not feel guilty for having fun. Wendy could see that I had not learned it was alright to have fun even when you thought you should be sad, and in her subtle way she made me realize that. (I know, I know, subtle is not something that comes to mind when you think of Wendy... )
When I heard about Wendy just a few days before the anniversary of the wreck, I was shocked. I also thought that it was ironic that I was mourning the person who taught me about how to deal with life after death.
I never got to say thank you for helping me start the climb out of my depression. That one little afternoon was all it took. She had the ability of changing a life in one moment, and from reading these postings I know that she was the cause of a more than just a few moments.
Thank you Wendy, you changed my life