Yesterday I spent the day at library again. As I sat on the large communal table tapping away on my little computer a young man (16) came in a sat across from me. I hadn't seen him in the library before. He made eye contact and commented about someone who was being quite disruptive. He then went on to tell me about himself, about how he had spent the last four years living with a foster Dad in a caravan. He told me all about his Mum and how she lives with other siblings a few towns away and how he looked forward to getting his drivers license so he could visit her more often and help out where he could. He spoke about feeling lonely and depressed but how he would quickly turn himself around and concentrate on 'looking up'. I asked him if he had any support and he said that he had a couple of good friends that gave him the support he needed. He told me about visiting a friend recently and how his friend was being really rude to her parents and how upset this made him. He said, 'she's lucky to have them you know?'. We chatted about life.
I told him how much he reminded me of my Dad. A man who faced so many similar challenges as a young man but who decided to break the cycle. Someone so warm, honest, thoughtful and determined. I could see the exact same qualities. I told him how my Dad built a successful business, had three children and a beautiful wife. I told him how much he was loved and admired. And then he smiled and thanked me for the conversation and got up and walked out of the library.
I am so deeply moved by this conversation with this young man. It was one of those conversations that will stay with me for a very very long time and it reminded me..
We all have a story. ❤️