Tori,
I don’t know what you saw in me that made you ask if I would give you a ride across town to 55th/Airport. It wasn’t a far destination, but it wasn’t close by any means. It was late and you looked exhausted. There was not even an ounce of hope in your voice when you called out to me as I unlocked my car outside of a now closing Starbucks.
Furthermore, I don’t know what possessed me to say yes. Frankly, I have never thought less about anything in my whole life. I have a good head on my shoulders and any idiot knows that a girl in her 20s shouldn’t give rides to strangers in the middle of the night.
But I do know that the ride we shared in my truck was the most meaningful conversation I’ve had in a long time. I didn’t lead you to Jesus, and you didn’t bestow upon me some profound life lesson – but for 10 minutes two strangers truly, and legitimately cared about the other one’s life. By no means do we have the same worries, concerns, or difficulties. Life has certainly dealt us different hands, and the world would tell you that I got the better end of that deal. But the heart feels lonely and empty regardless of circumstances, and that night I needed you in my truck just as much as you needed a ride.
So thank you.
Thank you for loving a stranger.
This stranger really needed it.
Today’s letter was written by Name: Twitter: @habakkuk318 Blog: Written From: Austin, TX