In no way did she send them. Were unable to locate my address. We had no idea where we had relocated to. Still, she continued to write.
I shed tears. Similar to a cry from a movie. Tears that are genuine. Those things are more painful.
In the moment when she returned from taking care of her sister, I made the proposal. Not with a costly ring on it. There is just a query that is silent and a little red box. I had her lunchbox cleaned, converted into a souvenir, and polished to make it seem better. I put the letters that she had written to me inside, along with one of mine own.
She responded with a yes.
Our wedding was nothing special. The backyard. Personal companions. It was her sister who accompanied her down the aisle. I shed tears once again, of course.
Our lives began from that point forth. Not without flaws. However, the truth is.
She began her own non-profit organization for children and teenagers living in low-income communities after a few years had passed. Offers such as free meals, after-school activities, and job training. It was referred to by her as The Red Box Project.
After I started working as a detective, the first case I was assigned to handle was for a young person who had been detained for stealing candies. In him, I recognized myself. The time was taken. I learned the narrative he told. He was successfully linked to Livia’s program.
Just two years later, he received his high school diploma. His family’s first in line.
As I reflect on the past, I often find myself wondering, “What if she had never given me that very first sandwich?”
What if I saw that her name was not written on that sheet?
On the other hand, life is that amusing. The effects of a single act of kindness or a single moment of caring may be felt for decades.
I am indebted to her life. Not because she fed me, but more because she brought to my attention the fact that anybody had seen me. That I was important.
So I make an effort to repay the favor. If I had the opportunity.
How about that lunchbox in red? Our bookshelf is where it belongs. In close proximity to a picture frame that has a photograph of our wedding and a message that says, “For the days you feel invisible, know that you’re not.”
My takeaway from this tale? One never knows how far a seemingly little act of compassion might travel. It has the potential to alter not just your life but also the life of another person.
Please tell others about this tale if it moved you. I like it. Maybe you could even tell someone that they are important today. You can never be sure who is in need of hearing it.
