Believing It Is Well...

I learned a very painful lesson when I was a very young age: people will leave you. In one way or another. people will leave. Most of the time it is intended and other times, it just happens. People will walk out of your life without any rhyme or reason or death will creep in. Either way, people will leave. My mom left my dad when I was only five years old. And in a sense, my dad left my mom when he moved on and found my step mom. Or at least that is what six year old me perceived. One of my childhood best friends moved to Tennessee when I was about eight years old. When I was 11 my great-grandfather passed away-- he was my most favorite family member. And he still is to this day. I lost several people I used to call my best friends over my middle and high school years.  I had people who I trusted with everything decide to cut ties and walk away from me. When I was 16 I lost my great-grandmother who was and still is my second favorite famil...

Last night I was driving home from my mom's house and as I was sitting at a red light a guy pulling a wagon of soda cans was walking on the sidewalk. He looked a little rough around the edges and parts of the area my mom lives in can be "sketchy." I laid my hand over the lock button in my car. And I accidentally made eye contact with this man... I could see the hurt in his eyes. The longing of wanting to be financially stable enough that he wasn't turning in soda cans for money. That he was tired of getting glares from people. And suddenly my heart was hit. I took my hand off the lock. I didn't lock my doors. I mentally said to myself, "How dare you? You don't lnow anything about this man. You have absolutely no right to judge him." He continued on his way and my light turned green. We departed ways and will probably never see each other again. But I couldn't get the expression in his eyes out of my head. The gears in my head started to t...