The invisible person

He comes into the room and no one really notice that he's there.  It's not that no one likes him, it's just that no one really knows him or has taken the time.  He is allowed to exist in obscurity, a regular presence that you notice out of the corner of your eye yet you don't feel compelled to connect with him beyond a surface level.  If someone were to mention his name it would probably ring a bell, but you would struggle to match his face with his name.  For all intents and purposes, he is invisible.

If you took the time to get to know her you would really like her.  She's not all that different from you, but then again how would you know?  You have never spoken more than five words to her beyond a common greeting and you honestly can't remember her name.  You barely have time to share the latest news with all of your other friends much less take a few minutes to talk to her.  She is more than welcome to come and join your group if she wants to, but even then she is going to have to do her part to be a part of the conversation if she wants to fit in.  For all intents and purposes, she is invisible.

Do you see him sitting there at the same table all alone in the cafeteria?  Yes, he is always reading a book by himself but it's not because that's the way that he wants it.  Since no one comes to sit with him, he hides his pain in the pages of a book.  But if he could stand up and shout it out loud, he would tell you that he would much rather you take the time to read the pages of his heart.

She waits on the sidewalk outside for her parents to pick her up like she always does.  Surrounded by other students, she feels all alone.  The youth meeting was great and her heart was stirred, yet still there seems to be no one she can share that with.  All the other kids are laughing and running around having a grand old time.  Why won't they see that she has a sense of humor too?  Sure she is on the shy side but if they took the time to get to know her they would see a flower bloom before their eyes.  She wants to stand up and shout, "I'm right here!  Somebody please see me!"

How can people remain so invisible in such a crowded world?

Do we truly not notice those around us who are shriveling in loneliness?

Can we really walk right past that person who is sitting in the back all alone, the one who is desperate to experience community and friendship?

No one should ever be invisible.  No one.

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