"When I was nineteen I was in love with my best friend Paige. We had known each other since preschool, but only became friends first year of secondary. And one day she told me that she liked me. Now I know what you're thinking, 'We're not really surprised by this, it's a common thing that happens between two different gendered people?'
But that's not the secret.
The secret is what she said to me after I asked her, 'Why only tell me now?'
She said that she was diagnosed with bone cancer and wanted me to know that she always cared about me. That was the first time I cried in front of her. We hugged for a little bit, and I could see the tears start to form in her eyes. She died a few months later.
I'm thirty-two now, and married to my lovely wife, but I still remember the heartbreak I felt. I know I'll never forget it. I can only say it now because now I'm happy that she got to get everything off her chest" (Source).
"While living in Paraguay as a Christian missionary, I met and talked with dozens of strangers on a daily basis encouraging them to come to church and strive to be better people.
One night a man I was talking to recounted how he had once stumbled into an alley where a woman was being raped by a group of men. He brandished a firearm and the men released her. He went on to describe in vivid detail how he trapped them in the alley at gunpoint and proceeded to execute each and every one of them" (Source).
"I was 27 and slept with my neighbour after a few weeks of flirtation. She had divorced six months ago and was in a custodial battle for her child. After sex, she took out her cigarette in the dark and started to smoke. The type of smoking that isn't post-coital, but one where you go into deep thought. I thought she might have felt guilty about the entire event - like whether or not she felt we might have been better off as friends.
Me: 'What's wrong?'
Her: 'I never truly enjoyed sex. I had a lot of sex with my husband but I don't enjoy it.'
I felt a bit bummed. I thought I didn't do a good job. I thought I did, but clearly I didn't.
Me: 'Uhm, how come?'
Her: 'I was raped when I was 10. I had a baby when I was 11 and [they] forced me to abandon her at my hospital.'
Me: 'I'm sorry...'
Her: 'I still think about her. I wonder what she's like and if she's had a good life. She would be 17 right now.'
I couldn't really respond to that. It was overwhelming to hear something that still gives me a pause.
Her: 'I want to find her.'
We didn't speak much after that. I did meet her recently. She was living in a polygamous relationship with her divorce attorney and his wife; got her son back and seemed to be genuinely happy. She had basically 'let go' - gotten fatter, her hair was gray but still looked pretty at 38. We did speak about her long lost daughter over coffee - she said she was still looking for her. I hope she finds her one day" (Source).
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