You can meet a million people who will “change” your life in a variety of ways. There are the ones who hurt you, but depart with a lingering lesson. People who suffice as lenses to a world you thought was already seen 20/20. The ones you, in turn, hurt. The ones who have healed, and the ones who become the missing halves to the whole you thought you already were. We accommodate, we are shaped, we are broken, and we learn, but while we embrace the individuals who sculpt the lives we thought we knew, there exist the quiet ones. These are the ones, or shall I say, few—these are the few who do not aspire to cut and sow or break and build. These few, these rare, they take what was already there and provoke. To have someone, unknowingly, shove you into the light to expose every feature you already had and name it beautiful. To have someone be the reason you want to wake up every morning. To have someone be a stimulus to your middle-of-the -week Wednesdays. In plain Jane words—to have someone see the worst in you, but somehow bring out the best in you…that is something worth holding on to. And if it hasn’t passed by, wait for it. There can be a million people who can influence the person you become, but there will only be one, or maybe two if you’re lucky, who sees the person you already are.