Dear Beautiful people,
Quite a few of your tell me to keep telling my stores. I have a lots and lots of stories but sometimes they sound a bit corny when I write them.
Here is one that I have been wanting to share.
My husband says I have a sigh on my forehead that says ‘ Tell me your story’.
I was walking through Gas Town in Vancouver this May, all dressed up, meeting my husband for a dinner date. A young man starts walking alongside me, shirtless and looking perhaps like he needed help. He starts to tell me his story. His name is Tyler.
Tyler “ You look like a really nice lady, can I tell you something?”
Me “ Thank you. Sure. I do have to keep walking, so if you don’t mind walking my way, I can listen”
He proceeds to walk with me and even asks for directions as I get lost… and I am always lost!!
Tyler “ I have been trying to get off Fentanyl for years now and have not had any success. I don’t want to live on the streets, I don’t want my family to inherit the mess my stuff is in if I die. Someone now has paid for me to go to rehab tomorrow. I want it to work".
Me “ Tyler I totally believe that this time it’s going to work. You are going to start a new life, I just know it”.
Tyler “ Thank you. You gave me hope”
He never asked me for any money.
Then I gave him a hug and wished him well. Sometimes I feel all people need is someone to believe in them, to know that just one person thinks they are great and if listening or giving him that hug can make a difference then I am happy.
I learnt that it is important to put my judgements and assumptions in my pocket. It was truly the highlight of my year so far.