While I was grocery shopping last week, a woman approached me.
“I know you,” she said. “You spoke at my church last year.”
“I remember you,” I said.
She asked if I remembered her son. I did.
Big kid. Transguy with a great sense of humor. When I asked who had a purse story, he was the first to share. Turns out he had two purse stories.
She told me he was doing well. Graduating from high school next month. Just got a new job. Forming a support group for older trans teens and young adults.
“He still talks about you,” she said.
And I was reminded about how important it is that we keep telling our stories.
No matter how much the world has changed.
Or how busy we are.
Or how tired of our own story we might be.
Never underestimate the power of your story.