Originally I had written this in as part of the Trains, trains, and automobiles posts, but I figured it deserved a post of its own, I'm sure you'll see why.
I knew there would be a point to this trip besides fun and stories. A lot of it actually hasn't been that fun, many times I've thought to myself that I never should have left because I'm still healing, and I'm not strong enough to handle strife. I see it as a learning experience.
I've also helped at least a few people along the way learn important things about themselves. Nikki, I helped her to see that she deserves respect as a woman, and that things she's dealt with in the past are not, and have never been her fault; Todd, I helped him to see that his life is a routine, and when I left him he was ready to go home and make love to his wife and ride his motorcycle on the weekend which he bought a year ago and hasn't touched yet; Jack, I haven't mentioned him here, but we had a long conversation in which he confided to me that he was alone, afraid he'd never find another partner after being left at the age of 60, and depressed to the point of turning to alcohol to self-medicate. All things he'd never told a soul before, and when we parted he was willing to go and speak to a therapist for help.
I'm not trying to say that I'm some kind of hero, or whatever, but I have a place in this world.
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