I was amazed to see how many people forgot about her. But I guess I only remembered her because I happened to have cable in those days and watched a lot of CNN. I think the whole Mormon thing intrigued me too. And, a beautiful, blond little girl is memorable.
Anyway, I went to Amazon last night and it was there that I learned that she has an autobiography out. And then I read an article or two about her and saw a short video clip about her. The last thing I had previously heard about her was a few years ago that she got married. I remembered thinking that she was too young for that, especially given her horrendous experience. But I wished her well.
She is one of those people that you just want to hug and love and give her something to make up for what she lost. But you can't give innocence.
You can give honour. I honour her. I honour all those who would do what she is doing in light of what she suffered.
I was particularly impressed by her words about why she wanted to write her story (or, rather, have her story written). Please watch the clip here:
"Aren't we happy they survived?"
Yes, Elizabeth, we are.
We are happy that you are a member of the human race.
If we could consider her a celebrity, and I suppose we can, she is the one I would like to meet some day.
I was inspired to write this post after having read Sarah's excellent post here.
Sarah talks about daring to do hard things. Elizabeth inspires me to do this too. As you can intuit, I am having trouble committing to a difficult course of action at the moment. One of the reasons why is a feeling of unworthiness and a fear of failure. Sarah's piece helps with those things, and a fortiori so does Elizabeth. So, thanks, ladies!
(I can just sense my friend Elena googling 'a fortiori' right now.)