UNPREDICTED MEETINGS
But life has a bizarred way of dragging you through mud before providing you clarity.
One evening, while begging for a delivery job at a logistics firm, a woman approached the reception.
It was Leah — one of Hanna’s old physical therapists.
I tried to turn away, but she spotted me.
To my surprise, she didn’t scoff and chide. She simply said,
—“You look like you haven’t eaten in days.”
We talked. She listened — not out of pity, but with calm honesty.
“Dindo,” she said, “you collapsed something beautiful. But that doesn’t mean you’re incompetent of building something new. The question is — will you keep remaining cheap warmth? Or will you finally select to face yourself?”
Her words dragged.
