“Excellent,” Lise said. “I was wondering, Jaiden, if you have ever considered that you are better than you think you are. If you have ever given the thought that your life could change for the better. If it is possible for your dreams and ambitions to come true.”
I did not have to ponder long to answer Lise’s question, “No,” I said. It was a simple answer to a whimsical question.
“I seemed to sense that about you, Jaiden,” Lise said. “It’s one of the strongest senses that I have had about a person.”
“Lise, you have to understand,” I said. “I’m not your typical eleven-year-old! I have never believed in Santa Claus! I have a ridiculous amount of issues! I’m being raised by a single mom who is never home!” My rant continued, “I have to take the most sickening medicine everyday! I miss my dad! I don’t believe that my dreams will ever come true! Not a chance! I think life is pretty much a lame joke! My mother got my name right because I am jaded! I have always known that I am not a golden child!” I yelled.
Lise listened attentively to my rant. When I was finished she said in her whimsical tone, “Okay, Jaiden, I get it. You have had some bad things happen to you at a young age. I won’t make judgments about the fact that you are feeling sorry for yourself. Many people who have had similar experiences turn bitter. The good thing about you, Jaiden, is that your karma is still good. There is no history of you taking your despair out on anyone else. This is a good thing! Karma is very, very, important when determining who I can or cannot help. I believe we were meant to meet today. I believe I can help you, Jaiden.”
In my mind, I was beginning to think that Lise was a lunatic. I mean, who did she think she was, the good witch of the north? Should I run home as fast as I could? I really didn’t know what Lise thought she could do to help me, but I made the conscious decision to stick around a few more minutes. I was curious about what Lise thought she could do.