Jill Wilks.

I was sad and alone on the beach lost in thought under the full moon and stars when she sat down next to me crying her eyes out. Her face was glistening from her wet tears that were streaming down her face, she was snotty. She was clearly much more sad that I was. I asked her what was wrong, and from that moment on for the next hour I began to learn her life story.  She was sad because she was leaving behind a stray dog she had befriended at the start of her holiday one week ago. Jill had been feeding this dog everyday, they had become close friends and I could tell she felt a great love for the dog. Although I knew she was upset I did not quite know why until I asked her more specifically but why are you crying even though I had assumed it was because she did not want to leave the dog behind hungry and alone. Jill’s tears for the dog were because she feared that in her absence the dog would not be fed nor loved and this affected her greatly.  I forgot about my problems and became involved with hers for at this moment in time it was not I that mattered for I was not the one crying. After taking Jill’s mind off of the dog I got to know her by asking her questions, she answered them all without hesitation. Jill has four children, her eldest, a drug addict who has a dog named Gizmo an ex wife who is in prison and their neglected son called Louis, who she looks after as his guardian, her next son, a lost cause who works in a bits and bobs shop who doesn’t want anything from life and is quite happy doing nothing day in day out and a set of twins that hate each other, one a boy who also does not do much, the other a girl who likes to travel and this was the reason Jill was in Turkey to begin with, to visit her daughter. She said she has had a very hard time over the years; she was married for 30 years, lived in Spain for 5 years, has had various boyfriends who have mentally abused her since than and has also traveled to various places such as Bali and Scandinavia. Jill had blond hair and deep blue sad eyes. This woman was at the height of vulnerability and I felt it was my job to make her feel better since it was her who had sat down next to me on the beach tonight. After conversing for a while in a totally one sided conversation she asked me about me and I let her in since I knew I would never see her again and I myself was in the mood to talk about me and share my thoughts and feelings with her since I was feeling so alone by choice up until the point where she sat down. Jill had this terribly unhealthy cough, it sounded as though her heart and lungs were going to fall out of her mouth at any given moment, and her cough was so alarming that it made me squint in revulsion every time I heard it, really it was deathly. My body hurt inside every time she made the sound that made me feel as though she was going to drop dead beside me in her highly vulnerable state. Not crying but still snotty she told me she smokes a lot. I did not need her to tell me this for me to know the cause of her deathly cough. I had a bottle of water in my back pack which I gave to her and told her to keep for I sure as hell did not want it back for myself. Anyway I learnt a lot more about Jill than I am expressing but I don’t feel like you need to know all the details. I’m happy that she came to me, a lonely stranger on the beach for she put me in a better mood as did I her. She was leaving soon to go to the airport and had not yet packed, we talked so long that when she asked me the time and I told her she panicked and realized she had to rush, it was 9.40, she was leaving at 10, Jill needed to shower and pack, I told her to forget the shower. She gave me her address and told me I could stay with her, she lives in Brighton, I wrote down her address in my note book but I am almost certain I wont be in contact with her again,  She was lovely and I  am pleased we met but I just cannot keep in contact with every stranger I meet, for I meet and befriend so many different strangers that I believe it is only our destiny to meet each other once unless we click and connect on such a level that I would be a fool to let that person go, and that is how friends come to be, for we were all strangers from each other once.