Dansha

Never judge a book by it's cover. Never put a person in a category before you get to know her. We've all heard these sayings. We all say it. We all claim that we don't do it. But,

We do.

I've always been able to get inside of people. It's a gift. It has to be. What other reason would it be? I can break down the toughest person. They just let me right on in. And I love it- for the most part. The most recent display of this happened at work.

Let me first brief you on me:

I am friendly. I love people. I try to be opened minded. I can be judgemental- but I try really hard not to. I take things that people say about others into consideration- the info sits in the back of my head. I don't, however, act on it. I like to find people out for myself. One man's trash is another man's treasure. And I believe that is true in all aspects of life and relationships. I'm not rich. I didn't come from a rich family. I grew up around the corner from the hood. (Thank God, my family shielded us from that with love.) I'm not materialistic. I love the fact that I am extremely simple. I've always been that way. I don't have to have the latest Gucci or Louis Vitton. You get my drift?

So, in walks Dana.

Dana comes from a wealthy Caucasian family. She is the girlfriend of the President's son at the company I work for. She is beautiful. She carries expensive coach bags. She ALWAYS has on something sharp and potentially expensive. She just test drove a BMW for graduation.

My judgemental radar is on overload. But, I am me. And I get inside of people. And I let her get inside of me.

The President's son dumps her. We've been getting cool during the time she worked there. But this brought us closer. In comes God. Everything that I've been through with men- all of the hell and drama, the tears and heartache- was used to help her. I opened up and told her things about my past. We bonded over that one common factor: HEARTACHE.

Me and Dana become close. I no longer see the Coach carrying, BMW driving, little rich girl. I see a young woman who is hurting and who needs someone to talk to. I see a beautiful young woman who I bonded with over hour long lunches and chats over AIM.

Her last day is next Friday. And I'm in tears. There is a lot of this story that I'm leaving out. And that's to save you time. But the situation surrounding her departure isn't good.

But I know that God brought us together to help one another. I've learned a lot from her and she from me. I just got a text from her that said, "I'm going to miss you!" And you know what? I'm gonna miss her too. Terribly.

Situations in life know no boundaries. White, black, Muslim, Christian, man, woman, poor, rich, Coach bag, or Target bag. It doesn't matter. We all go through the same things. We are all human. We were all created by the same God. And the same God loves us all. Don't judge a book by its cover- or a woman by her purse. You may miss out on the best friend, the best memories, the best therapy that you'll ever encounter.