I hate it when it happens.
It usually is a song or a smell that will be a trigger for me. 90% of the time I push it out of my mind, but today was hard. I actually cried in the car all the way to work. It’s weird how something that happened years ago still affects me like it happened this morning.
I posted this on Facebook today :
Why is it that broken hearts never really heal?
And this was the response I received from a running teammate and rapidly becoming great friend:
Crumple a piece of paper… open it…
You can flatten it out but it will never be the same.
Forever changed… like the heart… hugs
BAM – she nailed it. I am sure I will never be the same. Not that the same was better. I have grown, gained wisdom and learned a lot from that experience. Yet the pain still lingers just beneath the surface. One false move and the tears can leak at any moment. Not true, it usually is masked or forgotten…until the trigger.
A dear friend asked me if I was ok. I guess so, in the sense that I don’t think I will ever be okay, just different. IT was an incredibly sad day for me. People looked at me and knew something was wrong with me, but were kind enough to let it pass. My Pup has stuck to me like glue.
Then I went to work this afternoon.
All was fine…sort of…I had work to keep me focused. Then it was my dinner break.
I had to head out of the shop and walk several blocks to my car because the lot was full. So I had to walk a different path than I normally do. That was when I discovered this envelope sitting by itself on the ledge of a window saying READ ME.
I felt a little like Alice in Wonderland having to make a decision. Do I pick it up? Is it for me? Did someone drop it?
My first thought was ‘it might be a secret’ for Post Secret! COOOOOOL!
I decided to pick it up and open it.
Then I read this:
Could there be a better message intended for me? I think not. It arrived at the very moment I need it. Thanks A!
Tears stopped, smile grew big, and I felt better.
It is amazing what happens with random kindness. Perfect.