The Memory of a Girl

I took a bike ride today. I passed by all the places I grew up and recognized how much I had changed since I had last been to these places. And every once in a while, a girl came to mind. Even now, my heart still skips a beat every time I think about her. I met her in the Fall of the last year and to be honest, when I first saw her, I thought I knew exactly the kind of person she was. She was beautiful, and undoubtedly still is, and with a single look I had her pegged as one of the many girls I will never understand. These girls that only care about the material world and what place they hold in it. These girls that expect to be treated better than the rest because of the way they look and, sad to say, get exactly what they expect because the world has somehow taught them that a beautiful face is more important than anything deeper. I thought this girl was just another one of those girls. But I was wrong. And now, in retrospect, maybe that's why she's been stuck in my mind for so long. She defied my expectations in stunning fashion. She proved to be nothing like any of those girls I described. She was, and is, this remarkable person who always sought to put the need of others in front of her own needs. She didn't seem to prejudge people as I had prejudged her, and she has this natural radiance to her that is always shining. I thought about her, and all the amazing things she did for other people. People who may never know what impact she's had on their lives. And then I thought about what she's done for me and the amazing impact she's had on my life. Just the person she was, and continues to be, pushes me to strive to become a better person. And then I realized she may never get to see the person I'm becoming largely because of her impact on my life. That made me a little sad at first, but then I realized maybe that's fate. Maybe she's played her part in my life and left her mark. And maybe she gave me the push I needed to take the next step in becoming the man I'm supposed to be. It's amazing how the memory of a person can serve as the trigger to greatness. I may never see her again, or talk to her again, or tell her how much her life has impacted mine, but I hope in some way she can sense the changes she's made in not only my life, but the lives of people all over the world.

Writer's Note

This is, for all intents and purposes, my private journal. I know the sheer size of the internet will keep this blog well hidden from the majority of the public's eyes, but perhaps by writing all of this here, this blog will find a reader who sympathizes with my heart. I hope you enjoy my writing.