Woman From My Building
There’s a woman who lives near my apartment. She lives in the same building, she parks kind of close to where I park and sometimes when we’re leaving we see each other. Sometimes when we’re coming back we see each other.
She seems friendly. We each usually nod to each other. One day we were both coming back and she looked at me like she wanted to talk to me. She said excuse me can I tell you something. I said sure and I stood there waiting for her to tell me something. I thought maybe she was going to tell me that my lights were still on or something, but she seemed a little bit hesitant.
Then she said how about if we go get a cup of coffee somewhere. We got to the coffee shop. It was an easy walk. We sat down. She said okay this is not going to involve you at all. I just need to tell you something just to make sure that I’m not hallucinating. It’s got nothing to do with you. I just want to tell somebody that seems trustworthy enough you seemed friendly enough.
I said okay fine. I was relieved that she wasn’t going to ask for money or ask to borrow something or ask to keep her pet while she was on vacation or something.
She told me that when she was very very young she had a horrible home life and she ran away from home when she was still in high school. Because she ran away from home while she was in high school she ended up living on the streets.
Like most young females that run away and end up living on the streets she had to become a prostitute. She had to become a prostitute and she had to start selling drugs.
After about a year of that she realized she had gone from the proverbial frying pan into the fire. When she was at home her life sucked it was horrible her stepfather was abusing her and she had to get away.
When she got away after about a year living on the streets she realized it was much much worse. Now all she wanted to do was die. She didn’t actually ever triy to kill herself but she wished that she would die. Sometime she wished that there be some kind of accident that would kill her.
Savior From Nowhere
This woman just kind of came up one day out of nowhere and started talking her. At first she thought this woman was some kind of a Jesus person that was trying to sell her some Jesus. Or some kind of a cult person trying to recruit her for an even more horrific life in some underground sex cult.
After a few conversations with this woman she started to feel comfortable. She started to enjoy this persons company. She actually started to look forward to seeing this person.
After a while she started to get more comfortable and the woman invited her to come back to her office. At first she was a little wigged out. She thought maybe this was some kind of long games plan to hook her into the sex cult.
She went to her office. She followed her to her office and she said it reminded her of when she was a kid and she would go to the dentist with her mom and they would be standing in front of the elevator and she can see the names of all the people that are renting offices in the building next to the elevator.
Vague And Positive
That’s what it reminded her of. That kind of gave her a good feeling when she remembered something from her past that was kind of safe and familiar. This woman’s office was very small and comfortable. They would sit and talk usually for an hour or two.
She always felt safe. She was always able to feel safe inside this office because her back was always to the door. Because she felt that she could leave anytime she wanted. She never felt constrained. She always felt in control. She was always able to feel in control. After about a month or two or three, she’s not really sure, of talking to this woman in her office a couple of times a month she started to reduce bad habits.
She started to do less drugs. She started to look for other ways to make money. She started to think of ways to make money that didn’t involve selling herself. Pretty soon she was completely clean. She didn’t do drugs didn’t drink and when she was completely clean the woman kind realized this.
Now It Is Time To Leave
The woman told her I think you’re okay on your own. I think you’ll be fine. I think you need to figure out what to do from now on on your own. She said she was kind of sad but also she realized that that was absolutely true. It was time for her to figure out things on her own. It was time for her to start planning the future in a more proactive and productive way.
She eventually got a part-time job. She got her GED. She went back to the community college. It took her a few years to get her a Associates degree. She had roommates. She worked part-time.
She eventually got a bunch of scholarships and she ended up getting a college degree. She was working for about three years before she decided to have this conversation with me. The reason she decided to have this conversation with me was because she wanted to make sure she was clear on what happened to her in her past.
Life In Three Acts
Her past, she says is in three distinct categories. When she was very young and things were very painful, so she doesn’t really like to think about. Then this transition phase where it was very pleasant and comfortable and familiar but is also very very kind of vague and confusing.
While she did enjoy having these conversations with this woman she doesn’t really remember what they talked about. She just knows they were very transformative.
Within the third phase is her normal phase. Where she got to college degree and she went back to regular working world of productive people and she just wanted to get all of these ideas out of her head to make sure she was normal. I said, that’s a pretty cool story. What will you do now? She whatever I’m doing now. Just go to work and make more money and then whatever.
Same Person – Different Perspective
Now whenever I see her I kinda think about her before she told me the story and I think about her after she told me the story. Before she told the story I thought of her was just a normal person had a normal job and after she told me the story I think of her as a normal person with a normal job that had some kind of bad things happen to her in her past.
The Stranger With A Thousand Faces
Every time I look at other people now I wonder what kind of bad things they have overcome. That seems to be a very common thread among humans. We all have these horrific things in our past. Some are worse than others, but we all always tend to find ways to overcome those bad things in the past so we can create better things in the future.
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