she's 75. and i knew from her socks,
i liked her.
we talked. she and her friend.
me and mine.
same cancers. or close enough, i spose.
she's a veteran. been thru it all for
i can't even imagine.
and there she sat....
smiling, gracious, kind, loving and warm.
i watched her.
wondering about her.
finding myself wanting to know how she felt
about things. was she scared. what did she
feel way down deep.
i didn't ask.
it wasn't mine to touch.
but as i sat there, i held her in my heart
real deep. and i cared a lot about how she
we left first.
i went over to her.
reached for her hand as she reached for mine.
held hers for a moment.
it couldn't just be a 'see ya later' for me.
but what could i do?
i just looked her in the eyes and wished her
well. but i so so so meant it.
she looked in mine and thanked me for my
i was surprised.
she looked like she meant it.
i felt the same way about her.
that's usually a two way street.
today it was a four way street.
or maybe a sixway street....
definitely a whole highway full.
there was so much kindness between the
four of us this afternoon. between a lot
of us this afternoon.
you could touch it.
you could feel it.
you could see it.
it was a gift running thru the veins
as powerful as any of that stuff they
were pumping bag after bag today.
again, i was humbled.