To the pretty fearless girl in Warsaw.
I was in Warsaw. My flight was running late. Sitting across from me was a mother and daughter. They looked to be exhausted. The three of us began talking. The daughter was young, maybe twenty-two. She had been interning abroad in Warsaw for a semester and she told me her trip was cut short because she had suffered a minor stroke. After being hospitalized for a week, she was now stable and traveling home with her mother. As I looked at them I noticed the fear in both their eyes. And, I noticed the fear they were experiencing was quite a bit different from one another.
For the mother, she was scared she was going to lose her daughter. And, for the daughter, she was scared she was going to lose the opportunity to chase down her dreams of working abroad and traveling the world.
It was all very sad and lovely at the same time. I think it was my first look into what it’s like to be a parent. All our lives we have these big dreams and ambitions and then when we create new life, our dreams and ambitions become them.
The three of us talked for an hour. I never got the daughters name and I wished I had because I would have written to her. I’m telling myself that her being a page in my book will be enough, though.
She’s going to be alright and her mother will be too. I’m quite certain of it. While she was tired, she was also pretty and fearless (despite her immediate fears) and she had big dreams. You can’t kill pretty fearless girls with big dreams. Those girls have a way of living forever.
P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.