I Am A Book- Open Me Up

Becca - Sonora, Texas
Entered on March 24, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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This world has every kind of book known to mankind. Whether romance, horror, or mystery. In a sense the books of the world are like people of the world. With writing, and pages of their heart and soul poured onto them. Books are written by people just as a person’s life is written by them.People that I walk by all the time and I don’t even take a second glance at.

As I drive down the street, I never think about whom the person is that I’m passing. I just drive past as if I’m the only one on the road, engulfed in my music. That person I just cut off could have been a cancer patient. They could have just lost someone very dear to them. Even though someone I am around hasn’t always been on the right path. They probably are a better person because of the struggles and hardships they went through.

I never thought about that until one day as I was driving down the highway. I always like to look at the bumper stickers and all the stuff on people’s cars out of habit. I started to wonder “hey why do they have that sticker,” “did they go to that college”. It just hit me wow that person has this whole story to them. They have this whole life experience that I don’t think about. I never just meet a new person and immediately ask 20 questions about their life, and what their struggles have been. I try not to ask them personal stuff about them that could bring up bad memories. As I think about all the people in my life that I have encountered. I wonder maybe I could have helped them. Maybe if I would have just talked to them they could have helped me. You could save a persons life by caring enough to open them up, and take a look inside them. I try to be sensitive to people and try to talk to people that look like they are having a bad day. I know from experience that having someone there to open you up, and even ask you questions, even personal, can help a person. Whether that person’s book is about love, tragedy, or a miracle they experienced. It’s a story just the same. They are just waiting for me to say “hi” to them. If you know someone who has been through something horrible, or even great in their life; I guarantee that they would like to have someone to open them up, and start reading.

I could be going to school with a future President, CEO, or even a convict. All the same they do have a story. A person I don’t even know could have a experience that could change the way I live. Each person has something that can help me in my journey of life. I wish that I had the time and patience to open up everybody’s book and just read. I believe everyone’s book is amazing. I’ve challenged myself to keep my belief that everyone is a book waiting to be opened. It’s hard when you get caught up in your world, and stop thinking of people as people. I strongly believe that every human being in the world is a story. You might not be able to see their story from the outside, but if you take the time to look on the inside; you can see it’s written in their heart. I have challenged myself to truly look at people, and see inside of them. To think about what their story is. I just need the incintive to open them up.