As I drove down the road I couldn't stop thinking about how we had met, I knew we we're anything but typical.
She was a big shot business executive from the high rises in Dallas, and I was a small town farm girl with distant dreams and aspirations of being a famous author.
I knew you didn't have to look very closely at me to know I'd tasted the painful side of living.
I knew what it was like to have to reach further then most for the love and acceptance we all seek in our lives.
I couldn't be a more sexual creature, constantly exploring who I am, and what I like and all the possibilities that enhance my sexual being.
I had lost an arm 5 years earlier and had went through the struggles and emotional ups and downs that are most certain to come into play with such a loss, but I learned life still goes on, and acceptance would maybe be a bit more challenging, but still there, when surrounded by the right kind of people.
Megan was one of those people who fit perfectly into my life and my world as I saw it and lived it.
Far too often things like amputation or wheelchairs make a person lose a part of their identity.
Society is uncomfortable, unable to accept people with special challenges because they look different and maybe tend to make people fear their own mortality.
No one can say what tragic events could bring about the loss of a limb, or the loss of the ability to walk.
We base our judgments of people on what is normal by society's standards, forgetting sometimes that none of us are superheroes, invincible, indestructible. Life can change us in an instant, in the blink of an eye, and what was normal yesterday suddenly becomes a thing of the past.
I couldn't stop thinking about this amazing woman who now shared my world.
Every touch she offered clearly spoke acceptance on all levels, every look offered me nothing less then her total surrender of mind and soul and body.
To her, I could tell it wouldn't have mattered at all if I had lost both my arms, what she saw in me went far deeper then flesh and blood, and that was the beauty in our need to meet.
I had picked her up at the train station a couple hours earlier.
We had been enjoying some great conversation as we drove the 90 mile trip back to my place, still another 30 miles up the road.
Conversation was so easy for us considering we had only known each other for several weeks.
We spoke on a level you do with intimate friends you've known for years.
It was so amazing and yet undeniably real.
We talked about deep things, and lighthearted things. We joked about my driving and how I used my stump to drive when I needed my free hand. Life without my left hand was different but life still went on, and was beautiful.
We talked about so much and I knew to anyone watching and listening, we would have seemed like life long friends.
Every moment I was spending with her became a treasure and I tried to push away the thoughts of having to say good-bye on Sunday.
I felt happy in that moment and wanted to make it last as long as I could, therefore, the sadness of having to say good-bye would have to wait, this moment was ours, ours to live, and ours to treasure.
It had been raining for most of the day, and made driving a bit tedious.
It had been an hour since the sun had left the moon to do her bidding.
Lightening lit up the darkness as it danced its way across the evening sky, illuminating everything before surrendering again to the darkness.
As I drove, watching the show, my mind raced back to the moment we first embraced and looked into each others eyes, our hearts pounding like thunder. The warmth of our embrace felt like the warmth of this fresh rain embracing the earth, refreshing and cleansing.
As I drove, she sat quiet for a few minutes and I wondered of the thoughts that were consuming her.
We both had little understanding as to how two people from two separate worlds could find each other via the internet, and connect in a way that seemed to overturn logic.
I spent my life searching for the kind of eyes that would search for mine and the soul behind my transparent windows.
I sat nearly in a trance as I recalled that moment when I felt her eyes searching for me, the woman she couldn't believe really existed, that moment had been so intense, when in her searching, she discovered the truth behind mere words on a computer screen.
We stood there in the train depot, breathless. Unable to move as we looked past the eyes, into each others souls, and longed for the depth that we knew we still had yet to discover.
At times my speed wasn't even 45 miles per hour because the rain pouring down had made for some poor visibility, so we had spent a great deal more time on the road than we should have.