Like A Stranger in the Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

How many people do we know that are alone, and who feel like strangers in the night – lonely, abandoned and forsaken, walking aimlessly to nowhere, and seeking shelter from the terrors and the fears that haunt their minds and torment their fragile hearts. Who do we know that seems tortured by the very life that had once promised them hope, and that once filled their mind with dreams, but never came to be?

LIKE A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT

By Al Garcia

How many people do we know that are alone, and who feel like strangers in the night – lonely, abandoned and forsaken, walking aimlessly to nowhere, and seeking shelter from the terrors and the fears that haunt their minds and torment their fragile hearts.  Who do we know that seems tortured by the very life that had once promised them hope, and that once filled their mind with dreams, but never came to be?  How many seem to be in search of an unattainable peace, lost in the shadows of their own self-contempt, doubt and insecurity.  Who, in your life or around you, seems to be in pain, and keeps everyone away, except the ghosts within that also keeps the rays of hope and trust away?

It is harder still, when that aching heart is someone once near and dear.  The apple of his mother’s eye, a brother who teased and joked with his siblings, as they passed the days away.  They may be a cousin who was quiet but charming, and playful, yet remote in many ways, even way back then.  But, like the winds of time, we all grew up and found our separate ways in life, leaving behind our childish ways.  Time alters and changes lives, relationships, and the realities around us.  Sometimes too fast.  Sometimes despite our readiness or willingness to accept the changing world around us, or the fading or evolving lives that blossom and bloom, and then drift away.

There is sadness in my heart, to know that someone in my extended family has died, believing they were alone.  How many others that we know or once cared about or loved, feel lonely, abandoned and forsaken, for whatever reason, or have felt that way for however long?  I know from personal experience that families and friends unknowingly drift away.  Some by choice, but most for obscure and inexplainable reasons, many hidden beneath childish sensitivities or ruffled emotions, or thoughtless or tackles words or actions once uttered or once expressed in the heat of a moment, but now long forgotten.

It is hard to be isolated and separated from family and friends, whether by circumstance or by choice.  People need people in order feel alive and in order to thrive and simply survive.  One caring word.  One hug or one embrace.  One show of affection or appreciation.  That is all it takes to bring someone in from the dark and from the cold, and not make them feel like a stranger in the night.  We are all afraid to be alone, scared to reach out for fear of being seen as a failure, or sounding like a weakling, and we are all petrified to be misconstrued as needy, for simply wanting an embrace, a show of affection or appreciation, the warmth of acceptance, or even the gift of love.  And so, many stay silent and alone.  And, unfortunately, too many, die alone.

I was unsure whether to share this thought with anyone.  I thought it too personal, too powerful, too self-revealing of a personal failure.  I was one of those who has failed to reach out too many times.  Failure is a two-way street, however, because many times those in need do not attempt to reach out for help, or even a simple word of comfort or encouragement.  Sometimes they fail us because they may not realize how many family and friends are actually there and ready to hold their hand, and willing and able to help them escape from the chasm of despair and anguish they may have fallen into.  Those of us who know or may have known someone in need, in some way, at some time, and just stood by and watched, are all to blame.  All we needed was their outstretched hand, but they didn’t know, and did not feel, that anyone was there.  And we end up failing each other. 

I have learned to make every day a day of hope, renewal and reawakening.  Every day, we should reach out to those who may be in need of our emotional support in order to simply make it through tomorrow.  We should look beyond ourselves and not allow anyone we know, to feel like a stranger in the night, simply exchanging glances with those who once were a part of their lives. 

I know too well that people who need people, are never alone, and never a stranger to open hearts.  Reach out to that stranger in the night that once was a part of you.  For you never know when we may need shelter from the terrors and the fears that may enter and haunt our minds and torment our own fragile hearts.  Or better yet, look at the reflection of that stranger in the night, and tell yourself, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”

In our own way, in our own time, we should begin to make every day a day of hope, renewal and reawakening, not only for ourselves, but for those around us, including that stranger in the night.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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