My name is Rebeccah Braun and I have a story about my hero. This only problem is I do not who the name of my hero, or should I say heroin. Yet this person made a huge impact on my life. I have barely shared this story with anyone, because it came in a sensitive time in my life. Yet I am willing to tell you for your future documentary :]
It was eleventh grade and there were a lot of things going on in my life. My parents, who had gotten married when I was four, we going through a lot of problems. The problems started when I was in fifth grade, but the were masked for awhile. Everything started re- escalating after my mom had her heart attack when I was in the ninth grade. My mom started to go out and party and my dad was not fond of it. They argued almost every night, usually around 2-4 in the morning, and fought full out brawls. My mom got sick of the situation and went to the court and filed a restraining order against her own husband. We had to leave our house because my grandma was afraid to be alone in the house with her. So we left to stay in a hotel, maybe a mile from home. I was miserable. My parents were constantly fighting, I had just found out my boyfriend cheated on me, now an ex boyfriend & my dog had just died. I was at an all time low.
Being at the hotel we had no food. So I went to venture off and find some. I went to the Outback next to the hotel we were staying at. I sat at the bar, since I was just ordering out & the minutes seemed like hours. I sat there feeling awkward and depressed and a lady across the bar yelled over and talked to me. “That is amazing, what you are doing there.” She spoke, as I sat holding back tears, feeling invisible and lonely.
I didn’t think she was talking to me, so I didn’t respond. She then got up and sat next to me. She said that I was doing the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “Sitting there, pretending to not be noticed.” She commented on what I was wearing a black shirt with skulls and jeans. And told me that I should wear more confident colors, such as the turquoise purse I had, which belonged to my grandma. She could see the pain in my eyes, just by observing me from across the bar she felt my misery. Though I admit it was a bit creepy. She showed me a song “Just Like A Star” by Corinne Bailey Rae & said that that song made her think of me. For whatever reason. It all sounds really creepy right now, but in that point in time it is what I needed to hear. It was like she was sent there to comfort me in my time of need. It was a beautiful experience. An act of kindness very rarely shown now a days. She asked not of my problems, and just told me that I needed to believe more in myself. & if i didn’t start expressing myself soon I would explode. Everything I was feeling inside, she was saying. I considered her my Guardian Angel. Someone who was sent down & keep my head on straight. The nice lady paid for my food and drove me back to the hotel. She was on “mom vacation”. She had adopted all of her children, she was a kind person. & in a way my hero. I would just love to thank her, because she helped me so much that day. I do not think I would have made it back to the hotel if she didn’t say such kind words.