I was standing in the lobby of the hotel we are working at this weekend watching the high school students mill into the ballroom.
Somehow one thought jumped to another to yet another (the way thoughts do) and I found myself thinking of someone I went to jr. and sr. high with.
She was a very beautiful and had an uncommon sense of style (especially for Casper, WY). She was the only person I knew who read Vogue and dressed well enough to be in it.
I don’t think I ever shared a single word with her in all the time we were in school together. She was much higher in the high school food chain than me (not that she wouldn’t talk to me, but our paths never crossed).
Two thoughts came to mind. One was of a friend saying really rude things about her (which made little sense to me for she wasn’t the typical target of teenage scorn). The second thought was of her after college. She had moved to New York, was working to Tommy Hilfiger, and one day took her own life.
Suddenly sadness washed over me. For her, that she felt so alone and believed there was no other choice. For me (and people like me), who never got a chance to know her.

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