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  • The Girl From The Bridge

    Late night at a red light

    97.9 the beat plays on the radio

    The aroma of the classic Honey Butter Chicken Sandwhich from What-a-burger fills the car.

    A random stranger flagged me, “no I don’t have money- “ was the first thought that came to mind, but immediately interrupted as I look at her hands..

    Her hands moved with urgency telling me to look beyond the traffic lights; into the fog.

    There I seen a young girl her eyes cried a tune my ears were familiar with. Recognized her from a far that this one soul was out here lingering ; alone.

    So it is true two broken souls can feel each other even when they are unfamiliar with one another?

    Stopping her in her tracks from making a decision that’ll disrupt GOD’s plan. Pouring life into her and protecting her in the spiritual for that temporary time becoming a sanctuary. I guess my body became a church and a temple for her she felt as she was home.
    
Her sobs were formed from trauma that she’s endured, her body is in shock because she’s gonna follow through successfully this time. She explained that this was her 8th attempt but this was one was going to be the one. Her feelings started to pour out because she knew I translate clearly on where she stood. I didn’t think she was crazy, not one bit. I’ve been there before so I’ve became the someone who I wanted to be there for me.

    Nuturing her wounds with the word of GOD that leaves from mouth and flow to her soul. Speaking nothing but peace, healing, and abundance over her life. Bringing her comfort the best way I know how.

    I’ll never forget that girl from the bridge 🫶🏾

    Kyndall " Soultalk" Brown

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    • Kyndall, You have such a kind heart. I am so glad you were able to be there for a stranger in need. As much as you remember her, I am sure she remembers you. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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