Nikki...Niki...Nicky????

Nikii...Nikki....Nicky

All that is running through my head is all I have to do is get home... I am tired... I just missed my train.... ugggh. I have a headache.... life. As I am walking to the platform and cannot help to over hear...
"Aint nothing like the real thing baby.... aint nothing like the real thing...."

In my mind I started to sing along until I heard an oncoming train and raced up the stairs to see that it was not my train.

"Is that our train?", I reply with a simple, "No" and proceeded to go and relax my feet on the bench. The lady dressed in in dingy t-shirt, jeans, and a baseball cap. She asked if it was o.k. if she sat by me cause there was not a bench on the other side. Knowing that there was a bench on the other side I automatically thought this lady was maybe a little a crazy. Little ol white lady with bad teeth...

"They got me for a dollar for this candy bar"

I tried to be distracted by my phone, and she asked,
"You like text'n dont you?"
"Yeah"
"I am sorry", slightly laughing, "I am bothering you"
Feeling bad, I reply, "No...No... you are fine", the convo proceeded with this lady and she brought up some very good points, and made me think...
"You know what get under my skin? When people act like they are better than you... that just gets to me."

She snapped me out of my trance of acting like I was on my phone.
I agreed with her and realized that I was not being polite and I just judged this lady on her appearance. I what gave me that right? Who was I. This lady did not want anything but to talk to... a temporary friend.... someone to just listen.

We talked about some random things... food and stuff. I got glares from the people on the train, "why is that girl talking to that lady", we both knew that they were looking but we didnt care. We talked all the way until she got off the train.

Her name was Nickki... or Niki...or...Nicky.... I never got the way that she spelled her name. But I did promise her that I would speak to her if I see her again.

She helped me recall that I am not better than the next. Personal possessions can be taken away in the next hour... that doesnt make you who you are. Your looks dont make you.. they can also be taken away with one accident.

In the end, all you have is your knowledge, your pride, and your name... and most of all your morals.

Never let any of those get tarnished. Treat them like your favorite piece of sliver... even if you only wear gold.

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