Date: 8:27 pm  Thu May 6, 1999         Number : 378 of 391
From: Thext                            Base   : (Tab) General.Admiral.Major
To  : All                              Refer #: None
Subj: girl                             Replies: None
Stat: Sent                             Origin : 05-06-99 21:19


I got to the bus stop.  I waited for a minute, and I saw the bus coming.  Then
this short girl starts telling me about how she hates to shell out money to
take the bus (in the form of a ticket), that passes are much better, but that
she wasn't spending the whole month here.  We boarded the bus.  I sat in the
back seat, she sat on one of the side seats over the wheels.  I started to put
my just-bought 55 cents stamps on envelopes destined for the United States.
She moved to the seat just in front of me.  She turned around and told me I
was mailing alot of letters (I had 5 in my hands).  I told her that some of
those were for the United States.  She asked me if my stamps were good for
mailing to Ontario.  After answering by the affirmative, she asked me a stamp
so that she could send a letter to her brother.

She had lost her mother just a few months ago, and told me she needed to tell
her big brother that she loves him, and that at that age (19), boys don't
notice that kind of things.  She seemed about to breakdown.  I asked her if
she was still in contact with her father, even if voices in my head screamed
at me not to do so.  She began to mumble.  I al
most saw her fall into pieces
on the bus' floor.  She finally managed to say that her father had dumped her
family a long while ago.  Then she had to get off the bus, and she was gone.

I wish I could comfort the poor girl now.  But she seemed bright.  I hope she
will manage to go on.  That's what I told her as my goodbye:

"Survive."