I don't know if you will ever get to know the person before I was known as "wife" or "mommy". But that person didn't have the strength that I do today. I was born to parents on the verge of divorce. My sister and I lived with a single mom (Gronni) who worked night and day to support us. She did her best. Being a mom is not easy and doing it alone is unimaginable. I tried to have a smiling face all the time - my sister, Aunt Jamie, probably witnessed a lot more anger and sadness in our house and I think I felt I had to be the "happy one". That eventually caught up to me and the facade was broken by sadness and an attempt to take my own life at the age of 17 yrs.
But you wouldn't know any of those things about me without your mommy sharing this with you. And I do share this with you because EVERYONE HAS A STORY. From the pretty girl to the handsome boy, to the poor family to the wealthy family, to the doctor, to the gardener, to the person at the toll booth. They all have been on a journey that we don't know anything about. We may run into them when they are having a good day, or we may be the one that smiles at them and brings a bit of joy to their rotten day.
I hope that when you run into someone, whether on purpose, like meeting up with a friend, or colliding with a complete stranger, that you leave them with your love, support, smile and kindness. You never know the impact you are making on that one person.
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