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bethofalltrades at 01:45am on 25/08/2008 under everyday angels, my writing, random acts of kindness
bethofalltrades at 01:45am on 25/08/2008 under everyday angels, my writing, random acts of kindnessSars from Tomato Nation has this to say about crying on the street.
On April 20th, 2004, I was on a University of Pittsburgh North Oakland shuttle, crying my eyes out, trying to ignore the exuberant girl sitting next to me who was chattering to her friends.
She was small-- about the size of the 12 year old girl-- but full of energy, hands darting about, voice loud and far too low for her small size. Her hair was dyed Manic Panic red and she was a little bit punk, a little bit defiant.
As the bus neared my stop, she said "Well, it's probably sexual harrassment, but fuck it" and then she hugged me, hard.
Years later, I saw a stranger crying on the subway, so I sat down next to her and offered her my hand.
She took it.
There are people who are in our lives for bare seconds, yet leave impressions that do not fade.
To think of the reverse, that we might have similar impacts on those we meet, is almost too terrifying to comprehend.
Love,
Beth
On April 20th, 2004, I was on a University of Pittsburgh North Oakland shuttle, crying my eyes out, trying to ignore the exuberant girl sitting next to me who was chattering to her friends.
She was small-- about the size of the 12 year old girl-- but full of energy, hands darting about, voice loud and far too low for her small size. Her hair was dyed Manic Panic red and she was a little bit punk, a little bit defiant.
As the bus neared my stop, she said "Well, it's probably sexual harrassment, but fuck it" and then she hugged me, hard.
Years later, I saw a stranger crying on the subway, so I sat down next to her and offered her my hand.
She took it.
There are people who are in our lives for bare seconds, yet leave impressions that do not fade.
To think of the reverse, that we might have similar impacts on those we meet, is almost too terrifying to comprehend.
Love,
Beth
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