Instead, they showed me exactly how strong it was.
Strong enough to accept the help of a stranger.
Strong enough to travel to an unknown place with only ten dollars and an email.
Strong enough to build a new name, a new career, a new home and a new future.
Sometimes, while I serve coffee in the cafeteria, advise a client or I’m sitting next to Grant at sunset, I remember the frightened woman who was alone near that gas pump.
I’m not ashamed of her anymore.
I’m grateful.
She refused to sit around waiting for people who had never valued her.
He walked away from everything that was familiar to him and built a life practically from scratch.
They thought they were leaving her behind.
Actually, it was she who finally abandoned them.
