Hurricane.

She told me that he was shy, overly shy in fact. So shy that if I were to make direct eye contact for too long he would blush profusely and possibly leave the room. That day I noticed he kept stealing glances at me, just to see I’m sure. He was curious about me, as was everyone else in the room. Someone new, someone no one had ever met before. We had talked about what I might do when I met him, something very subtle. The one we had settled on was a simple hand shake. I was going to meet him and reach out to shake his hand, and as I took his hand in mine, I would slip my other hand over his hand and to his wrist, rubbing ever so tenderly. Just enough to make him uncomfortable, to make him want to pull away. But she said he wouldn’t, he was too polite to just rip his hand from mine. As I observed him that day, I changed my mind about wanting to make him squirm. Almost every person who encountered him did. The one boy who she said reminded her of me did more then anyone else. I wasn’t going to do that. I was kind, and kept my distance, even though normally that isn’t in my nature. Remember, everyone is fighting a hard battle, so be kind. Those words rung out in my mind that day, his battle happened to be more obvious then most others, so being kind to him was that much easier.