If These Heels Could Talk they would say:
In Angie’s world everything would be as Angie wanted and in
a way that made only Angie feel comfortable.
But I know that this world doesn’t revolve around Angie and the only
person living in Angie’s world is me. Honestly, some days I find it hard to even live
with myself so I could either venture out , choose to live in this world alone
feeling as though something is missing.
Or I could chose to embrace those around me with open arms, compassion
and understanding; live it up and laugh it down.
A few weeks ago I made a visit to a precious 95 year old
lady at her home. On most days I am a
very cold natured person however as I entered her home I immediately felt heat
and humidity slap me in the face. In
other words I started sweating the minute my feet hit her living room
floor. It was hotter than two hells in
that house. Since I know everything and
always want to fix stuff I said to her, “Mrs. Blank…. You need an AC in here.” Her reply was, “Oh no, I do not like it cold.” And I thought, “No shit.” This was her domain, not mine.
She sat in her little rocking chair and immediately
explained that she can’t see well and her hearing was really not up to par so I
made sure that I sat close by her and spoke as loud as I could without offending
her or damaging my ear drums, sweating the entire time. Now anyone that knows me knows that I LOVE TO
TALK, but more than that I LOVE TO LISTEN.
I love to hear stories of survivors and people that walked straight
through hell and came out on the other side shining like a new penny. It encourages me. It reminds me that my problems aren’t really
problems; just obstacles or small detours.
I sat there and listened to this young lady tell of her 95th
birthday party. She spoke of how her
family started to play music and how she told them that she could still shake a
leg and knew they would be amazed and then she said, “but you know my knees
just aren’t what they used to be and my balance is off and I didn’t want to
fall so I sat that dance out.”
I was mesmerized.
I left there thinking.
Why do we sit out dances when our legs are so strong? Why do we refuse to love and be loved when
our heart is beating our minds are so strong and we are still breathing? Why do we choose tears over laughter? There will be a day when our legs give out.
There will be a day when our minds forget. There will be a day when our heart
stops beating.
