As we run.
She looked like she had already been running for a long way.
My car instictively got in the left hand turn lane to make a U-Turn before logic and reason could click in and tell me something against this.
As I pulled up next to her...
A certain braveness entered my body.
I knew she had been running down the same streets I had run.
I knew she had been crying the same tears I had cried.
"Do you need a ride somewhere?" ,I inquired.
She hesistated and then got in.
It was quiet.
"Where can you take me?" ,she asked.
"Anywhere you want to go." ,I answered.
"Just so you know" ,she said, "I wasnt running away"
"I know" I told her "I dont care either"
"But those boots looked uncomfortable." "I wouldnt want to walk a block in those. Much less a mile."
She almost smiled. I wish she would have.
"Do you smoke?" ,she asked.
"No." I replied.
"But, if you want to...go ahead. I dont really care at this point."
silence. smoke. coldplay. sweat.
...and 20 minutes later...we came to the women's shelter.
"Please take this money and this book." I said.
One will give you something to eat.
And the other will give you hope past this world.
She took them.
As she mouthed thank you.
They took her in at the door.
...I never even knew her name.
It could have been anything.
She looked like a Cassandra, or Christine or Christy.
But what's in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other
name would smell as sweet.
Sweet Sweet Christine.
My car instictively got in the left hand turn lane to make a U-Turn before logic and reason could click in and tell me something against this.
As I pulled up next to her...
A certain braveness entered my body.
I knew she had been running down the same streets I had run.
I knew she had been crying the same tears I had cried.
"Do you need a ride somewhere?" ,I inquired.
She hesistated and then got in.
It was quiet.
"Where can you take me?" ,she asked.
"Anywhere you want to go." ,I answered.
"Just so you know" ,she said, "I wasnt running away"
"I know" I told her "I dont care either"
"But those boots looked uncomfortable." "I wouldnt want to walk a block in those. Much less a mile."
She almost smiled. I wish she would have.
"Do you smoke?" ,she asked.
"No." I replied.
"But, if you want to...go ahead. I dont really care at this point."
silence. smoke. coldplay. sweat.
...and 20 minutes later...we came to the women's shelter.
"Please take this money and this book." I said.
One will give you something to eat.
And the other will give you hope past this world.
She took them.
As she mouthed thank you.
They took her in at the door.
...I never even knew her name.
It could have been anything.
She looked like a Cassandra, or Christine or Christy.
But what's in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other
name would smell as sweet.
Sweet Sweet Christine.