Good Luck

She never really fit in. At work she was shy, quiet, had a lot of self-doubt. We tolerated her, and all of her little mistakes, but none of us ever really befriended her or really gave her the time of day. I guess that's why we never really knew just how bad things were for her. We didn't really know that her boyfriend treated her so badly, or that she had no friends or family to turn to for help.

I never met him face-to-face, don't know that I needed to. I know his type... controlling, threatening, abusive. She finally had enough. He dropped her off for her shift this morning, and she grabbed a cab to the airport. No baggage, no nothing.

So, now that she's gone, I sort of wish I had taken the time to know her. Lord knows that I couldn't have offered her much in the way of assistance, but maybe just a word of kindness would have been enough to penetrate her lonely little shell. Now she's gone, and I'm one of the few that even knows, or cares.

I hope she makes it to wherever she's going safely, and that she has no regrets.