So much of the time we are just in transit, amongst strangers as we move as quickly as possible toward our known destinations. But if, as Nelle Morton said, “The journey is home,” then aren’t these random companions on the journey some small part of our family?
Has someone who you just met passing through ever become a friend?
Yes! I am “white” or as I prefer, “Caucasian”. Once, at a party, A big light skinned “colored” man and his “darker” wife and I started talking together. Hugh was so excited to find that I speak Spanish that from this, much later, he, Janett and I discovered that we were all in a Tai Chi class together. From that has developed not only firm, fun friendships but also our HOLA AMIGOS group which studies Spanish together twice a month.
We were hanging out in my room, flipping through magazines, chatting and giggling. Like tweens at a slumber party. But we were two college students and a deceptively youthful woman in her 30’s. And we were in a psychiatric unit. We were friends for that time and place, comrades in the battle. It sure beat being friendless while recovering from my suicide attempt. I still think of them.