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Gale Forge's avatar

Reading your words stirred something deep in me. I remember sitting across from someone once — we were just having dinner — and a woman passed by our table. I looked up and saw pain. Not just a passing glance, but something raw and heavy. I felt that quiet nudge — maybe from God, maybe from my own deep sensitivity — to pray for her. To say something.

But I didn’t. I froze.

And to this day, I still wonder if I missed a moment that mattered.

I’m autistic, though I didn’t know it then. I was undiagnosed and heavily masking — trying to hide the parts of me that felt too different, too much. Having eyes on me made me feel exposed, even unsafe. So instead of acting, I stayed silent. Even around people close to me, I was hiding. That silence still sits with me.

Your story gave me hope — that God can still move even when we hesitate. That next time, maybe I’ll trust the nudge. And maybe that quiet seeing is already a beginning.

Thank you for being brave. For reminding me that love still matters, even when it feels small.

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I always try to seek out others who need support when my life is hurting. I get the attention off myself and on to others and it really does help both parties. What an Earth Angel you really are. What I've learned at 67 is that life is short and everybody can help them along the way will be better Karma to play out for us when we need someone. Sorry for the loss of your father. I've lost both parents a sister, my partner of 22 yrs and my only son (and child) so I know what grief is. Faith gets us through 🙏

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