This is a letter to the lady with the tissue. This is in hopes of finding the lady who helped me in the Parisian emergency room.

I do not know you, nor do you know me. We will probably never even meet again - and maybe that is the way it is supposed to be. You made a small gesture to me, that I will never be able to forget, you showed me the warmth of a stranger, the warmth of the universe.

I have come to a realization that me being the person that I am, I will never let this world corrupt me, taint my views on this world and its people and ruin my loving spirits. And you dear stranger, validated that for me. Here I was, a young American girl in the middle of an Emergency Room in Paris, feeling completely alone and crying for hours. It was hard for me to sit in the waiting room for six hours with not one person understanding me, or trying to communicate with me, I truly may have never felt so alone in my life. My foreign tongue versus that of the Parisians, nothing was coming across. To make matters worse, I was on the phone with my mother in yet another foreign tongue sobbing, bawling my eyes out, until you tapped my shoulder.

Usually acts of kindness start with a smile, or a simple gesture but this started with a tap. You tapped my shoulder, pulled a tissue out of your purse to wipe away my tears, and hugged me. You tried to help me, and said some words in French but God knows that sounded like gibberish to me. Nonetheless, you continued to hug me and say "okay." You helped bring a smile back to my face when I thought my world was crashing. It felt like my mother was with me for a brief second, or that God sent you to remind me that it will all workout the way it should.

And in the light of day it didn't workout, but you helped me. You helped me find someone who spoke English, to figure out my problem. You stayed by my side as the tears were falling, and you smiled a sweet smile when my eyes were watery. You helped me remember that I am never alone, no matter where I am in this world. The most random acts of kindness are the ones that are the most memorable, because we never expect them; especially when we are drowning in self-pity.

Dear kind lady who had a spare tissue, the lady who hugged me, and the lady who was there when I needed it the most . Your act helped one person, and that carries on like a domino effect. If our worlds ever cross paths again, I hope to be able to say more than just "merci" and "no parle voix Frances" but to genuinely thank you.