I hugged a stranger today. Her smile was warm and sympathetic. The tag hanging from her lanyard said her name was Connie. She told me everything was going to be okay. Oh, how I want to believe her. The nights feel the longest and the honey crullers a poor source of fuel. Sometimes I can’t imagine enduring one minute more. I’m a mess, but Connie understands. Stepping onto the elevator, “I know, it’s hard,” she said. I want to tell her everything but she’s gone just as suddenly as she appeared.
By: S. Will