An open letter to the woman who hugged me
Dear woman who stood in front of me in line at the Atlanta Airport,
I was standing, waiting to get on the plane, when I left a message for my best friend. I remember telling her that my dad was non-responsive. I remember telling her that my dad was probably not going to make it. I remember telling her that I wanted to see her when I got home.
You looked back and just threw your arms around me with this look that gave every emotion. You told me of your daughter, who went to Xavier, and how you were moving her to her new life after graduation.
I will not ever forget you, not in a million years. You offered to let me sit with you. You wanted so badly to make the pain of a poor teenager alone in the middle of a flight to go away.