She and Me- Two Strangers

I like to think of myself as a “sign” person, always looking for nudges from the afterlife or the universe or God or whoever’s looking over me that day to let me know things are going to be okay.

Someone or something came through with one of those signs today, and I am in pure bliss.

I was feeling as lethargic as possible, slightly miserable, mostly cold. It was a shitty day. Anxiety rampant, stress making its nest comfortable in my mind.

As I got to work, I made sure to find my very best customer service smile and slap it on before I hit “clock in.” As it turns out, I could have left the fake smile at home today. I wouldn’t need it.

She rolled in, quite literally. She was in a wheelchair. You could tell She was uncomfortable and in broken spirit.

I think I would be too.

You see, She had lost a leg. Not that I couldn’t tell, but She mentioned it anyway.

She tearfully told me an infection cost her a leg, but she would have preferred it took her life. I politely disagreed.

It was then I told her the story I’ve told many times before. One would think after repeating it so many times, it would come out fluid and smooth, but it never does. I told her of my dad and how he had taken his life when I was a young girl. I told her how happy I was that she was still here, even if she doubted her existence today. I told her that although we don’t know each other, I am thankful she’s still alive.

She cried.

Her response was one I’ll never forget. She had told me her husband committed suicide years prior, leaving her kids without a father; much like me. She sympathized and told me how hard it gets sometimes, and how my story and my kind words made her day. She lit up as she asked me questions about my life, and in exchange, told me about hers. It wasn’t a long discussion, but it will last forever in my memory.

Before she left she assured me I would see her again, before hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.

She will never know how much she impacted my life. She will never know how grateful I am to have met her.

She will never know.

I will never forget.

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