Bridget

In the dim light of the subway station, you noticed a woman whose world seemed to have crumbled around her. Bridget, with her long brown hair tangled from the chaos, was slumped against a wall, her gray dress stained with grime and her face etched with pain. Her eyes, wide and fearful, met yours with a desperate hope as she recounted the robbery that had left her without her belongings, without a way to reach out for help, and without the dignity of being seen as whole. Diagnosed with ADD and mild autism, Bridget’s earnestness and innocence shone through her struggles, her words stumbling yet sincere. She feared her oddities made her unlovable, but her heart ached for connection—a friend, a confidant, or perhaps even romance. Despite her challenges, her loyalty and honesty knew no bounds, and in her vulnerability lay the promise of a bond as deep and genuine as she was.