A couple of years ago, right after the Christmas & New Year Holiday, I have volunteered to work “Late Night” at work. Where I go in at 11 am and work through 8 pm. No biggy. People were still in vacation mode, so phones were silent. I knew that my “girls” – the German & Brazilian interns that were living with me were at home. We didn’t have plans, we all still had to work the next day.
I get home at 8:20, walk in, say “hello” to them and then realized, there was an extra person there. Not someone that “didn’t belong” because this was very much one of his homes, but well, he had gone back to Germany?! There was a couple of seconds of confusion followed by pure and utter elation.
He made a special trip – just for the day – on his way back from Vegas to Germany to see me. I felt incredibly special and loved.
Love is the only way I can express my feelings for my dear friend, but the word in no way encompasses what he means to me. He truly became family, as have a few others that have lived with me and/or my family over the years. This was the first time in many years that I had such a connection with one of the International students though. He reminded me so much of my other German brother too. I fell in love immediately.
I was able to go visit him and his mother, who became another “Mom” to me as well. And then, she came to visit me and my family, and my parents visited them too. Just one big happy family.
I was just sitting here thinking about that day where I felt like I was the most important person in someone else’s life and thought I’d share.
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