A wave of emotion crashes over me.
I don’t know why.
It’s been a good day.
These feelings are unexpected and frankly, unwelcome. I am in a public place and people are around me; this is no place to break down.
I am holding back tears from betraying my heart, but one persists and breaks through the dyke of my eye. I brush it away angrily and look around to see if anybody has noticed. Nobody has.
What a relief.
“Who cares if you’re seen crying?”
I whip my head around to my right, then to my left. Where did that voice come from? My eyes are wide with surprise.
“Behind you,” the voice says.
I turn to look and sitting directly behind me is a woman. She is smiling sweetly. Immediately I sense something about her. There’s a subtle grace about her, the way she smiles at me, the way her eyes penetrate my heart and mind. She is at peace; content. It is suddenly clear to me that this is a remarkable woman. She is a woman who shares love with everyone she meets.
“Hello.” I don’t know what else to say.
“Hi,” the woman says to me. For a moment we just stare at each other, neither of us feeling the awkwardness of the moment.
“What did you mean by that?” I say finally, looking into her glassy, green eyes. They are alive and vibrant. They are the eyes of an extraordinarily kind woman.
“I meant just what I said. Don’t be ashamed of emotion.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
I say those three words with resolve, confident I’ll keep them at heart. It makes perfect sense, I declare to myself. Emotions are good, we shouldn’t be ashamed of them!
“Thank you,” I say, beaming at the woman. You would think she changed my life with her simple statement, the way I am receiving her words. Maybe she has changed my life. Time will tell.
I turn back around to face the right way in my seat, but a moment later decide to talk to the woman a little bit longer. When I turn back around, however, she is gone. Her chair is vacant. I sincerely hope I see her again someday.