When I read Pollyanna, I was charmed by this book.
I immediately saw myself in this role. I could also touch lives in a positive way. I carried this story within me for years, but reality can change so much.
The reality is I did not get the chance to spread love and companionship as Pollyanna did.
I struggled to make friends, and now I have no friends at all.
I know I have made little difference to anyone’s life.
I understand that Pollyanna’s story might seem silly to some. I also understand how unrealistic such a story is. I was young when I read this story.
Now I am older, and I have a better understanding of life and people.
Real life is very different from that story.
Pollyanna was making a difference in a small town. She was not asked to go into the World with her gifts. In a way, she was conducting a controlled experiment.
In the wider World, other factors come into play.
A day does not pass in which I wish I could make a difference. I always feel a twinge of disappointment when I know I never did make a difference.
I have no contact with anyone outside of my own family.
My circle is limited. I try to make a difference at home, and at least I can invest in those closest to me.
But I did not spread any colour or warmth outside of that circle.