Writing is courage in action, like honesty and vulnerability, sharing heart, stories, blessings, and reality of life.

My first memory of courage started also together with curiosity and amazement.

I see me, this child wondering on a sunny Sunday towards the bus station. The stairs of the bus seemed huge and the people busy and tall. I felt unnoticed like many times later in my life.

I guess I liked adventure, or just wanted to not be alone?

Maybe some older kids mocked me as I was playing outside of our apartment building.

I don’t remember where Mom was, and Dad will not come back to us anymore.

I managed to step out from the bus after I’ve seen many trees passing in the front of the window. A kind man asked me: “Hey you little boy, where are you going?”.

“To my Granny”.

Not sure how a three years old kid managed to describe how Granny looked like, where she lived, or what was her family name; not to mention that few people owned a phone at home in those days, but this man was my first encounter of the goodness from a stranger, he took me to my grandparents.

This remained marked deep inside of me, I am not fearing strangers, even I learned some can bring "evil" in the story. I became the one that welcomed them, and the one that befriends them. What was your first memory of goodness in your life, and how that shaped the way you see life or people? Join me in the journey of life, together we can travel far…