A Friendly Stranger

He knocked, and we answered.

He was a nice guy wearing a trench coat.

He had a dazzling, captivating smile, nearly rivaling the sun’s rays.

There was peace flowing from him like the sound of the ocean.

I don’t know what made us open the door that day,

But it was something about his presence that made us feel safe.

He had a foreign sense of kindness, but reveling in his presence uplifted my mood.

They wanted him to leave, but he wouldn’t budge.

They threatened to call the cops; he’d denounce their potential arrival.

Fearlessness coursed through my young veins as I relished the unexplainable, comforting feeling of peace.

Just having the friendly stranger in the carcass of a home was a breath of fresh air.

Deep in my heart, I felt the man was a Heaven-sent angel, guiding us into a secure future.

Thank you, friendly stranger, for stopping by to bring us peace in that terrible storm called childhood.