People open up to me
Perhaps it’s due to the fact that I try not to judge
Perhaps, it’s that I lean in and simply listen
Engage
Where we come from, should not define what we are capable of
But if we allow it to, it can beautifully showcase our scars
I remember going on a date a few months ago
It was a second date
He was a bit more than nervous as he looked at me and told me there was something he’d like to share with me
I settled down into a comfy chair in my living room
“I’m a recovering meth addict” the words spilled out like a child confessing to their father and awaiting the wrath
“Thank you for sharing that with me, I appreciate it” I smiled quietly back at him
“Wow. I did not expect you to respond that way” the look of relief on his face told me so many things
Acceptance. Worth. Acknowledgment.
He felt like a human.
A real one.
And I thought to myself, are we not all real humans?
And how many lives could we change by simply treating others like a human?
Victoria Ayne 