He just walked in. Well, limped in actually.
He just sat down at the table with three other guys. They are right in front of me. He’s shorter than the other three. He’s also black. They are not.
His shoes look too big for his body. Maybe they are special shoes. He is small and wearing a large black jacket. It’s slightly too big. There is an old scar on the right side of his head. His body is awkward.
It’s 8 am on April 1st and I am at Starbucks. He, and the others, are sitting at a table right in front of me. I’d guess they are high school-aged. Two are wearing suits, one is wearing a shirt and tie, and he is wearing a bowtie with his slightly oversized black jacket. The bowtie is about as big as his head. I like it. Good for him.
He sits down and steals the drink from the guy next to him. Just a little joke to break the tension. He laughs a little as the other boy takes his drink back.
I sit in coffee shops every morning. I watch the people. All the interesting people. I wonder how they are. I never talk to anybody. Not even the baristas.
I hope the other boys make him feel welcome. Make him feel like he is a part of the group. Maybe they do. Maybe they don’t.
It breaks my heart.
Like him, I am not sure I ever fit in. Like him, I have tried and tried. Like him, I have felt alone in a group of friends. Or maybe he doesn’t feel alone.
Yesterday my therapist told me some interesting news about how I abandoned myself when I was younger. Shit.
The truth is I have always struggled with love. I still struggle with love. I am getting better though. I am learning. I am changing. Love fascinates me.
The good news is I have been gifted with creativity, humor, and a sense of adventure. So, I have an idea.
Use those strengths to help people feel a little more loved.
The Yellow Letter
The Yellow Letter is my new project. A monthly subscription letter built around people. A surprise every month with the chance to meet someone who might change your life. Or, maybe you change theirs.
Are you curious about sending and receiving some love? If so, I need 50 people to pilot my idea this month. It will cost you nothing. It will take you five minutes. It might change a life. It might be yours.
Write back.
Trey