I ran some errands yesterday and the post office was high on that to-do list but I utterly forgot. Got some great Malabrigo at Cottage Yarns, though!
Which is a bit of a trek. Got back home, put my feet up a moment and had a bite, looked at the clock and suddenly realized what I’d forgotten, sighed at the rush hour traffic I could nearly have dodged but wouldn’t now, and headed back out to do that one last errand.
They say that in the last twelve years we’ve had the equivalent of ten cities the size of ours superimposed over the Bay Area.
But going back out again when I did means I happened to be right there when my neighbor was and she was clearly in a bad way. I stopped the car and asked how she was doing. (Another neighbor had seen her fallen in her yard a week ago and had helped her to her feet.)
“Not well,” she told me.
Turns out what she most needed right then was a ride to the car dealership to replace the key for her car. It was right on my way. She hadn’t been about to ask, but I definitely offered and not having to make that long walk right now was clearly a huge relief to her. Neither one of us thought she would have been able to, although neither one of us quite said that.
I’d never seen her using a walker before.
“I can’t take any painkillers,” she happened to mention.
“I can’t take any NSAIDs, my deafness is from an aspirin allergy,” I nodded. I knew what it was like to have to go without. As I put her walker in my back seat I mentioned that mine was in the trunk (even if I haven’t had to use it for quite awhile now.)
“You’ve been through everything.” She said it like it meant I was someone she could say stuff to who could hear it and not flinch. She wasn’t liking this instant little old lady stuff but she was trying to be at her best. She said it again. She was trying to keep her pain from turning her inward, as pain always wants to do.
I dropped her off, did my post office run, swung back on by and picked her up again and brought her home and made sure she was good as best I could. “Alright, my dear,” she smiled, waving me on.
Then into my own driveway.
And was so very very glad that earlier in the day I’d forgotten to run the one errand I’d had to do most. Or that I’d thought was the most important.
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Someone knows when and where you need to be.
Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 11.09.18 @ 7:58 amI’ve had cause to do a lot of helping someone else out recently. Folks think you (and I) do this because we want to help others. We both know how much it helps us. I’m always so grateful to have the opportunity. And to get to learn from you.
Comment by twinsetellen 11.09.18 @ 5:02 pmIsn’t it amazing how one’s “normal” helps someone else get through their rough time?
One small step for you, one big step for human kind(ness).
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