I’m at a Barnes and Noble in Texas reading PostSecret books. I’ve always wanted to find a secret in a book, but never have, until now.
It was a sad secret tucked in the page with other secrets about fathers. My heart breaks because today would have been my older brothers 37th birthday. PostSecret helps me remember I’m not the only one with sadness or pain.
This secret though hit another spot. It helped remind me to be kind to each human being. I don’t know if that secret was left by the boy who put the book down just before I grabbed it, or someone from weeks ago. But just as people don’t know my pain and sadness today because I wear a smile, I too do not know their pains.
I’m taking the secret. I’m going to keep it in my purse to remind me of this day. I am not alone. Thanks for leaving that secret.