Instead, they showed me exactly how strong I was.
Strong enough to accept help from a stranger.
Strong enough to travel to an unknown place with just ten dollars and an email address.
Strong enough to build a new name, a new career, a new home, and a new future.
Sometimes, while I’m serving coffee in the cafe, advising a customer, or sitting next to Grant at sunset, I remember the frightened woman who was alone near that gas pump.
I’m no longer ashamed of her.
I am grateful to him.
She refused to sit around waiting for people who had never valued her.
He distanced himself from everything that was familiar and built a life practically from scratch.
They thought they were leaving her behind.
Actually, it was she who finally abandoned them.
