It was September of 1995 when this young woman started working at my job, she seemed different, while others would laugh play jokes about my rapist coming up to see me, she’d always seem to be at my side every time.
She’d hug me everyday we worked together, give me rides home where I opened up to her and told her what happened then and how was doing at that time. She would sometimes hold my hand or rub my arm.
On April 11, 1998 I got a phone call, she wanted to go out to dinner that night, I agreed, she picked me up and as we walked she pulled me close to her and rested her head on my shoulder, she took my hand as we walked to our table, she seemed different tonight, rather somber and yet she seemed even more beautiful than ever before. After dinner we drove by the water and stood quietly just looking into the water. For the first time I saw she had tears in her eyes, I asked her what’s wrong and she just smiled and we got back in the car. That night she held my hand all the way home. When we got to my home she handed me a envelope and leaned in and kissed me on the lips smiling she told me open it when you get in okay, still not understanding I said okay. I opened the car door and slowly walked up to the house and when I got in the house with my mother yelling and screaming about where I had been I just walked past her went into my room where I had been sleeping on the floor for about a year before, she had surgery and wanted me to move into a small room across from her where we couldn’t put a bed in. For the first time I shut the door and as in started opening the envelope I smelled the girls sweet perfume something she knew I liked, smiling when a note fell out when I picked it up it read the worst day of your life was on April 11,1981 I only hope this day will give you comfort as it has me.
It hit me, I had to sit down, even though I heard my mother yelling and screaming it was all noise, I realized that April 11, 1981 was the day I was raped, and this beautiful woman replaced that wicked, evil day with a memory that I will always hold dear to me.
The amazing thing is when I went back to work Monday her friend told me she had moved, I was so upset, later in the office her friend came out and asked me remember all the problems that you were having, well when she came here to work she wanted to help you and even though she’s gone don’t you feel that you as well as everyone should be loved. I asked her where did she live, come from? She smiled and said somewhere down south and that was all she knew
Through the years there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of that beautiful young woman, an angel almost, I think of her everyday in hopes we meet again even though its been over 20 years, yes its true everybody deserves to be loved