connection...

This morning started off kinda interesting for me.
As i got to school, i walked around the corner to the gym and saw a little girl standing there bawling her eyes out. At the effort to calm her down, i couldn't help but shed a tear myself.[nothing new]
I finally got her to stop crying enough to tell me what was wrong. When i asked,
she said with her voice shaking "i had bad dreams last night that bad things happened to my parents."
My heart stopped.
I'd been there before.
I said uncertain, "those dreams don't come true. Those aren't the beautiful dreams, and only beautiful dreams come true."
I told her honestly, "i've had those before too."
Reassuring her that they won't happen, she said " i have them all the time, every single night."
Still crying, she said "it makes me feel like i'm going to throw up when i get to school and my parents just dropped me off"
This worried me a little bit. I decided to take her to the school nurse to see if she could get her to calm down.
Thinking to myself that i'm the one who needed to calm down as well.
My heart hasn't stopped racing. nor my mind.
i've been there before. many times. more than i can remember.

we made a connetion though. although one that i choose not to think about.
me and this little girl.