So during my drive home from Oregon while I was recovering at a rest area they had a missing flier up of this pretty girl a few weeks shy of her 16th birthday. I couldnt help thinking of everything that's going to hit her, and how her beautiful smile wont last much longer.
As I was driving into work yesterday, as I was coming through the off ramp at 164th street I saw this new thin girl with a sign up for money and as I got closer it hit me like a hammer that this was the girl I saw yesterday in the missing poster. I even saw the same lopsided smile she had in the poster. I had moment of shock and recognition looking at her, and then I zoomed on by with traffic into work. I spent the next hour and change looking for her missing profile online between calls at work, and called it in about an hour and a half after i saw her.
Maybe it was her. Maybe it isnt. I'll probably never know for sure. I gave the operator my information and almost everything I saw so if they want to call me with more specific questions they know how to find me, and she turned the information over to the officer working the case. I'm about 80% sure it was her though.
On a gorgeous sunny WA day, where she was apparently homeless and scrounging for cash, the expression on her face said she felt free. If you're a gorgeous 16 year old running away from home and 2 weeks after you're out the door your plan for survival is pan handling, things are going to be ugly. I cant help but feel she was running away from something though. Maybe she did. Maybe she's a party girl who got carried away and wanted an adventure. I'll never know. I'll never be able to seperate my personal bias from my two second experience of recognition. I hope someone finds her though. If she's trying to escape I hope the officer investigating learns enough about her during the hunt to learn how to protect her too. No one should be lost.
I may very well be the last person to ever lay eyes on her that knows her true name. The more she stays away the more she'll be transformed or destroyed. Soon it wont matter how many pictures of her are up, or even if they're staring you in the face she'll be changed to something else incompatible with her old self, if her story doesnt reach an abrupt violent end.
I dont believe in god. I dont believe I was put through this thread of events to put me in that rest area the day before I drive past her on my way to work. That doesnt mean I dont feel the power of the event. I can feel all the different paths her life can take laid out before me. Her life is know adrift in a sea of chaos. We all suffer from what life does to try to push us around, and most of the time we can push back and try to pick our own path, but she will be completely adrift in unpredictable ways. As unpredictable as a stranger in a rest area who just needed to pee paying attention to a missing poster and not forgetting about her once I drove off.
I'll be using her as a reminder of the paths our lives can take. How every day we live can be a fulcrum to completely change our course if we dont follow our momentum. She's a lesson in breaking free and the free fall to the bottom of the cliff.
What if I see her on my way to work today?
As I was driving into work yesterday, as I was coming through the off ramp at 164th street I saw this new thin girl with a sign up for money and as I got closer it hit me like a hammer that this was the girl I saw yesterday in the missing poster. I even saw the same lopsided smile she had in the poster. I had moment of shock and recognition looking at her, and then I zoomed on by with traffic into work. I spent the next hour and change looking for her missing profile online between calls at work, and called it in about an hour and a half after i saw her.
Maybe it was her. Maybe it isnt. I'll probably never know for sure. I gave the operator my information and almost everything I saw so if they want to call me with more specific questions they know how to find me, and she turned the information over to the officer working the case. I'm about 80% sure it was her though.
On a gorgeous sunny WA day, where she was apparently homeless and scrounging for cash, the expression on her face said she felt free. If you're a gorgeous 16 year old running away from home and 2 weeks after you're out the door your plan for survival is pan handling, things are going to be ugly. I cant help but feel she was running away from something though. Maybe she did. Maybe she's a party girl who got carried away and wanted an adventure. I'll never know. I'll never be able to seperate my personal bias from my two second experience of recognition. I hope someone finds her though. If she's trying to escape I hope the officer investigating learns enough about her during the hunt to learn how to protect her too. No one should be lost.
I may very well be the last person to ever lay eyes on her that knows her true name. The more she stays away the more she'll be transformed or destroyed. Soon it wont matter how many pictures of her are up, or even if they're staring you in the face she'll be changed to something else incompatible with her old self, if her story doesnt reach an abrupt violent end.
I dont believe in god. I dont believe I was put through this thread of events to put me in that rest area the day before I drive past her on my way to work. That doesnt mean I dont feel the power of the event. I can feel all the different paths her life can take laid out before me. Her life is know adrift in a sea of chaos. We all suffer from what life does to try to push us around, and most of the time we can push back and try to pick our own path, but she will be completely adrift in unpredictable ways. As unpredictable as a stranger in a rest area who just needed to pee paying attention to a missing poster and not forgetting about her once I drove off.
I'll be using her as a reminder of the paths our lives can take. How every day we live can be a fulcrum to completely change our course if we dont follow our momentum. She's a lesson in breaking free and the free fall to the bottom of the cliff.
What if I see her on my way to work today?
jadz:
Thank you for your comment !!!!!! you're adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but I am a vicious and I love piercings on the nipples, especially when I stretch them with his teeth.