I remember a young girl came up to me and asked me for help.

I looked at her and said whats wrong are you okay.

And she said no I’m having trouble with my anger.

I said what do you mean by that.

She said well i was very angry today then she changed it up and said I’m angry everyday.

I told her to sit down next to me on the stairway so we can finish talking about her problems cause i realized that she was very talkative.

I realized that the young girl was getting very emotional so i took her hand and squeezed it tight.

She said she was upset because her mom and dad did crack cocaine and she began to cry so i put her head against my chest.

I felt that all the young girl needed was some love and attention.

She continued to tell me about her issues then she said that she went to a psychiatrist because her social worker thought she needed it.

She told me she was depressed and that she needed more medication then i said i don’t think you need it i did see low-esteem in her.

She told me that she was getting adopted and i said you are how do you feel she said good as long as my brother come to.

I said you have a brother she replied yes i said how many she said two im the oldest.

She told me that she only knows one of them cause the other one is institutionalized.

I said WOW i felt the young girls heart by talking to her.

I saw a very bright girl with goals and dreams, a girl that will accomplish many things in life.

A girl that will stand tall through the good and the bad.

I knew there was hope by looking through her brown eyes.

I knew one day she would open doors for other people.

And now i open my eyes and i realized that the young girl was me.