You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money and no friends. Where do you go; what do you do?
In a city as big as New York, I’d find myself in the public library. I can lose myself, or better yet, strand myself, in a sea of books – more than anything I’d ever be able to read in a lifetime. Or I’d probably go to the biggest museum in the city and just wander the halls and lose myself in pieces of art till the lights go off.
However, this prompt brings to mind a real-life stranding that happened to one of my closest friends. She was traveling with her boyfriend to Brazil and after an argument, he left her behind – literally (he was an A***hole to the nth degree but we shall not go there).
When she finally made it to the airport, there was a fire that shut it down for a few days, and she found herself stranded without a valid ticket for she’d missed the original flight to begin with and she had absolutely no money. This was before the day of smartphones, too, so just imagine yourself now without it. Scary, isn’t it?
I never knew her to be religious although she’d selected me as a godparent for her son years earlier so it surprised me to find out that the one place she went to after realizing her predicament was the church. And there she sat till someone noticed her, talked to her in limited English – she knew no Portuguese – and offered her a place to stay for the night, which turned into a full week for that’s how long it took for her to arrange getting funds from the US to buy her ticket home.
I don’t remember his name now but she said he was a farmer – owned a little plot of land and sold his produce at the local market – a simple man, really (she said), and when she returned to the USA a week later, she promised to keep in touch with him. And keep in touch with him she did for nine months later, she gave birth to a beautiful son.
She offered to get him to the US but so far, he’s refused every offer she’s made him, insisting he likes to stay where he is. And in the meantime, she has one of the most beautiful boys I have ever, ever seen. Golden skin, green eyes and just amazingly beautiful – I could stare at this kid for hours.
It’s something that I could only have written out in one of my stories but sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.