Sometime last fall, in the immediate aftermath of the implosion, I was running errands and entered a store where a woman who I know works.
*important note: I haven’t seen her in a few years so had no idea that I would see her there.
I don’t know her well, but we’ve had a couple of conversations that involved our hearts and I’ve always enjoyed her.
Anyway, she asked “How are you?” and I lost my shit, and so she closed the store for an hour and sat and listened and offered love.
She was such a gift.
I haven’t seen her since but I’ve thought of her kindness and generosity a million times.
She was in town and came into the cafe to say hello. She told me that she’d been having a really rough day recently and was crying and driving and I crossed the road in front of her.
She said that seeing me gave her strength, made her smile through her tears.
I took it that she meant that I was an inspiration.
But today a friend shared a slightly different perspective:
“She’s just glad that her life isn’t the shitshow that yours has been.”
Oh. Glad I could help.