12 Michael Frazier
Michael
Frazier was not an attractive man—not by any stretch of the imagination. At six
feet, his frame bordered on scrawniness and he had a slightly humped back,
probably from years of leaning over to play the organ. His hair resembled steel
wool and was usually in dire need of a good trim. His eyes were beady black
holes punctuating his pinched, pale scruffy face. Unable to wear contact
lenses, Frazier’s myopia was corrected by large, horn-rimmed glasses that only
accentuated a small, taut face with thin, lifeless lips and a receding
hairline.
Although plagued by social awkwardness, there were two
arenas where Michael had friends—Trinity United Methodist, where he was thought
to be a musical genius, and at The Oak Ridger Newspaper, where is talent as a
writer was appreciated. Unknown to most, Michael possessed a certain disdain
for many people, usually thinking he was the smartest person in a room. He was
quick with sarcastic comments veiled as jokes, when someone’s “stupidity”
annoyed him. Like one in three Americans, Michael suffered from bouts of
depression, compounded by a certain bitterness stemming from his disappointment
in the life he had lived.
But
Michael Frazier had a secret—one he kept from the world. He was in love with a
beautiful creature he had met seven years earlier. His joy, and paradoxically
sadness, spun around his brain when he allowed himself to fantasize about how
his life would be with her by his side. Facing the truth, he knew there was no
way such a woman would ever be interested in him. In his heart he knew, Lisa
Whedbee was unattainable...
Lisa
and Michael became friends when she joined the choir in 1991, about a year
after the birth of her daughter with severe disabilities. He admired the
strength she seemed to show for the cards she had been dealt. He could not know
it was a well-practiced facade she presented to the world. The tender care she
showed for her daughter moved him, and he always wished there was some way he could
help this precious angel. It was this desire that motivated Michael to suggest
the story about Lisa and her struggles to raise a special needs child.
Lisa
loved the idea of the story. Of course, Lisa loved anything that made her the
center of attention, and she was happy to meet with Michael numerous times as
they worked on the article. Michael was in heaven getting to spend time with
Lisa almost every day during the two weeks it took to gather everything he
needed to write the piece. Maybe he stretched it out a little bit, but being in
her presence made him feel like the man he had always wanted to be. Despite
everything he was feeling, he thought he was in tight control of his behavior,
lest his true feelings slip out and give him away. When the article was
published on that Mother’s Day, Michael was elated to see how proud and happy
Lisa was with his work.
Michael
would have almost fainted if he knew, for all his outward control, Lisa became
increasingly aware of his feelings for her. She thought his adoration of her
was sweet, and a thought began to germinate in her mind—Perhaps Michael Frazier
might be able to serve a real purpose in her life.