As I sat on a hard bench waiting for a train in Portland’s Union Station and my attention drifted to the ornate ceiling and arched doorways carved from marble, a woman came up to me. She was in her late 50’s, reddish brown ringlets framed her face. She spoke with an unfamiliar accent and asked if I would watch her bags so she could go get something to eat from the gift shop. I, of course, said yes. It struck me how funny that simple act can be, to size up a total stranger and decide that they, me, among the crowd, could be trusted to watch over one’s luggage.
She came back quickly with a soda and snack and sat beside me. She also must have deemed me trustworthy enough to tell me her story. It spilled from her lips, full of anxiety and hope. Her name was Lily. She was on her way to the small town of Stanwood, just north of Seattle, to spend the weekend with a man she hoped would become her husband. She was originally from Romania. She’d emigrated to this country decades ago and made a home in the United States. She’d been married once and had suffered a terrible divorce five years ago. Now, she was about to board a train to meet a man who was a mutual acquaintance, someone she’d met years before, and had recently spent hours on the phone with in an attempt to blossom a new relationship.
We boarded the train. She sat three rows behind me, yet I could still feel her nervous energy.
In the dining car, Lily and I sat together again. She was a strict Catholic and was concerned that this new man would want a physical relationship with her upon her arrival. She said she’d told him she’d need her own room. A friend of hers had entered into a physical relationship with a man she wasn’t married to, and the guilt, Lily said, was too much to bear. No, they would stay in separate rooms. That was a rule she’d obey. She trusted he’d honor this stipulation.
The train rolled over the Oregon line, up the coast along the Puget Sound. Sun sparkled on the water. With each stop, Lily grew more animated. How far? She’d ask me. How far to the Stanwood Station where she’d meet him?
Finally, we approached her destination. Five miles out, she stood from her seat and gathered her bags. The air crackled with anticipation.
The train rolled to a stop at Stanwood. I watched Lily straighten her spine, her resolve to create a new life for herself so strong, it radiated out in every direction. She walked past my seat and I wished her good luck. She smiled, a face full of courage and joy. Lily decided to trust me, and to trust the man in Stanwood. It took every ounce of determination she could muster. She carried her bags down the steps of the train and walked into a whole new world.
I craned my neck out of the window to see Lily greet her would-be husband. I couldn’t see them. The train was too long, the station too far behind me.
It’s been weeks now and I wonder what happened. Did she meet the man of her dreams? Will they marry? Will she find happiness?
Knowing Lily, I trust that she did.
Stacie Zinn Roberts is a nationally recognized, award-winning writer and marketing expert with more than 25 years of experience. She has won more than 40 national awards for her work including the United Nations Environmental Program for retail environmental marketing, as well as from organizations such at the Public Relations Society of America and the Turf & Ornamental Communicators Association. She’s written for industry publications such as Golf Course Management, Sports Turf, Golfdom and PR Daily. She spent eight years as the president and director of marketing for Environmental Turf, where she developed the branding for SeaDwarf Seashore Paspalum, the grass that eventually became the greens grass for the Rio Olympic Golf Course. Stacie served for six years on the Board of Directors of the Florida Turfgrass Association as Chair of the Research & Scholarship Committee where she worked closely with the scientists from the University of Florida’s turfgrass breeding program. Stacie founded What’s Your Avocado? Marketing & Public Relations in 2012.
Refreshing story to read. It’s encouraging to see that trust will always find ways to survive–even from despair–the human soul can find resilience. Thanks for sharing!
I love the word you used: resilience. We don’t have to succeed every time. We just have to keep going. Thanks so much, Janiene, for your thoughtful comment!
Lovely article Stacie. It reminded me of The Sufi Story Mojud.
I read the Sufi Story of Mojud online. I do see the similarities. Thanks for sharing!
Another very interesting blog. Stacie…you do have a way with words. A Gift! It’s almost as though I was with you on the train with Lily. (Although I would have had to get her contact info to find out what happened when she met the “man of her dreams.”)
I thought about getting her contact info. But I realized that I was just there to help her on the train journey. That was my role. The rest was up to her. 🙂