I was out on my walk today kind of lost in my own thought, about 100 yards from where I need to go back into work, I slowed my pace realizing that I’ve done my usual 25-minute loop in 10 minutes.

I looked ahead and saw a small girl, this was from 50 yards, from that distance, there was nothing distinctive about her physically, only that she was walking rather downtrodden. I put some thought into it, and I had to wonder what her story was. Even in the same thought, I decided that I shouldn’t stare or anything of the sort. We passed by I noticed that she was very short, she had long beautiful curly brown hair. We locked eyes just for a second, and I nodded my head like I do to all the people who I pass by.

“Excuse me” came this quiet timid voice “ And I turned.

“Do know where Pacific is”* her was reminiscent of Luna Lovegood, without the crazy.


She spoke a little louder “Do you know where Pacific is?”*

“I don’t,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

“Thank you, I got so turned around,” She said with a bit of a sigh of relief in her voice.

“It’s no problem; I moved here a few years ago, I’m still finding that I get turned around and lost in certain parts of the city”

“Where are you from?”

“Oh, I’m from Utah…” I said while still gazing at my phone.” Oh I know what building you’re looking for, in fact, you’re not very far from it. Follow this street, and turn this corner and it loops around, it’s about 300 yards and it’s the red brick building across the street.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Actually, if you turn and go through that parking lot, it goes all of the ways through and it comes out in front of that building, you could save yourself probably 7-10 minutes”

“That would be great.” She physically relaxed

“Would..” Pausing and choosing my words carefully. “You like me to walk you there?” I asked carefully

“I.. I…  I would like a friendly voice, but I don’t want to put you out.”

“I’m not put out at all, I’m happy to do it.” I turned and we walked together.

I asked her where she’s from. The story I got was sad. She was just heading to an interview for a new job. She just moved here weeks ago for college had finical issues, family issues, and some discontentment with school her roommates seem to take delight in treating her poorly.   Needless to say, she’d been down on her luck and going through an extremely rough time. She stopped as she started to get into her family drama, noted that she’d been complaining the whole time and apologized for it. I told her it was no big deal. Sometimes we all need a friendly voice, and someone who will listen; and she for the first time I got a smile. She asked me where I worked, and for my name, of which I provided my name, I informed her that I worked down the street. We spoke briefly about how I ended up out here.

It was time for us to part, I told to be confident in her interview and she’ll do fine.

We parted ways, and I returned to work.

Roughly an hour later, I get a phone call from the security desk stating that a woman named Angelica was here to see me. When I got down it was the short curly brown haired girl from earlier. She was in tears; she gave me a hug and thanked me for being the only kind generous voice she’d received that day.

Sometimes my friends, all it takes, is a nod, a smile, and 2 minutes of your time.

*business names changed