Amy was the girl that everyone ignored in fifth grade because of her taped-up shoes, too-short sleeves, and frequently empty lunchbox.
I slipped half of my lunch across the table when I first saw her acting like she was chewing. I persisted after she initially declined, and I started bringing more meals after that. While children giggled and whispered, I remained at her side.
Before she opened up, Amy was quiet. After that, she became intelligent, humorous, sharp, and a pencil artist who once drew a picture of us swinging on the playground. That sketch remained in my notepad like a treasure trove. Then one Monday she suddenly disappeared, leaving her desk empty.
I continued to ponder about her for years after that. One day after surgery, I woke up in a hospital bed to see a nurse checking my intravenous line. “You’ll be alright,” she added with a kind smile. I will never forget the one time you helped me. It took me a second to recognize Amy.
She described how she struggled in school and at work, how her family had moved abruptly, and how one nurse had subsequently encouraged her to pursue her dream of becoming a nurse herself. “Kindness comes back around,” she said, and in that moment, I knew we’d found each other again for a reason”
Over coffee and late-night chats, we swiftly bonded and filled in the years that had passed.
She was still able to recall every note, every meal, and even a list of her strengths that I had previously written. Because, as she told me, “It reminded me I mattered,” she had maintained it through the most trying times of her life. Friendship developed into something more from that point on.
Together, we helped each other through our sorrows, rejoiced in our successes, and took solace in creating a life where her art might finally be appreciated and where we could return the favors to others as they had been shown to us.
We now operate a tiny art café that is awash in sunlight, notebooks smeared with paint, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. There is a sign outside the door that says, “Don’t be shy if you’re hungry.” We’ve been there.
Amy constantly makes sure that every child that enters with sad eyes leaves knowing they are important and always gives them a warm drink and a smile. Our experience serves as evidence that although life can be uncertain and unjust, kindness endures and sits patiently in someone’s memory until the time comes when you need it most.
