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Dear Stranger,

Startled & scared from the first approach, I didn’t know how to give you my full attention. You asked me where I was from- I wanted to lie & say I was from a different state because I was afraid, you told me you were sent to a mental home by your family- I thought how crazy of a person you must’ve been, you told me you had no home- I thought of you as a homeless person, you told me you walk in this world alone w/ no one else but only yourself- I thought of you as a lonely & unsocial person, you told me you were never good enough for anyone- I thought you gave up easily. That was my state of mind. Anticipating to be saved by anyone who can interrupt this unwanted conversation, I began to listen. I didn’t lie about where I lived because you had the image of a trustworthy individual, you told me you were sent to a mental home for standing up for the truth which was about your father’s death; you were the only voice present who could speak for your father..  your step mother & her side of the family sent you to a mental home for calling out absurd deeds you say she has done to him which they claimed false, but then at the moment, I believed you. The tone of your voice changed, it began to crack as if you wanted a shoulder to cry on wishing you still had the only one who cared for you most still living w/ you by your side & the look in your eye that posessed the truth so I BELIEVED you because the look in one’s eye can’t deceive the truth. I thought you were homeless since you implied you had no home, you explained further & said I have no family to be loved by & to be taken care of when I’m sick I don’t have family who will show care for me, I don’t have grandparents who spoil me, I don’t have the parents to tell me what to do to tell me what’s best & to tell me how to live my life, I don’t have any sibblings that is there to annoy the crap out of me (well not really), I don’t have those life long friends who everyone longs for, I don’t have cousins to tell secrets to & make inside jokes w/ during a family event, I don’t have a girlfriend who’ll one day be my life long companion, I don’t have an open place to take part in anyone’s heart; I don’t have a home. I thought of you as a lonely & unhappy person since you indicated you walk in this world alone & you said I walk in this world alone because I’ve learned to trust no one but myself & I never allowed myself to rely on anyone else’s decision but myself. You also said you were never good enough for anyone because everyone who’s walked in to your left you w/ the highest expectation & just never had the patience to wait around & watch you achieve it. You continued & said if I were to wish for anything it would be for those who were once in my life to show respect for who I am today, b/c I am SOMEONE, it’s hurts to know that they thought I could never be where I’m at now. Dear Stranger, I am sorry for everything I thought you weren’t. You’ve opened my eyes to a new perspective & look in to a world where hurt, abuse, & abandonment do exist. Maybe I wasn’t thankful enough for everything I posses in my life so I needed this wakeup call to tell me I have all of life’s greatest treasures. I have parents, sibblings, cousins, aunts & uncles, a boyfriend, a bestfriend, friends, & I have family who’ll do everything they can so that I live a wonderful life. Sure I don’t have the million dollars everyone dreams about but those are only material things, one day you’ll walk out of this world without carrying any of those things you’ve worked for. Live life w/ joy & cherish everyone & everything you have. I am blessed. If it was possible to go back in time, I’d rewind & ask you what your name was so you can be included specifically in my prayers & thank you for blessing me w/ your story as I handed you back my unselfish time, please forgive me for that. It’s makes sad to know I’m gonna live life not having an idea of who you are.. God bless you. Dear Stranger, I will never forget you.

P.S. Why me? Out of all the people there, why me?

Yours truly,

Helen H. Dang

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