It Clicked

I was at my chiropractor's office. A young woman was asking for directions. She was starting a new job. The receptionist and I weren't sure exactly where this place was, I asked if she had a phone number. No. All she had was a piece of paper with a first name and an address. She didn't even know the name of the place.

The receptionist looked up the address and told the young woman she was about five miles away. The young woman said she looked it up previously and had got off the bus where she was supposed to.

The young woman had tears in her eyes. I reached over and patted her shoulder "you're going to find it, don't worry". The receptionist printed up a map- she wasn't five miles away, maybe a few blocks.

And in my head it clicked- I used to be that girl. I teared up when I was trying to fly standby. I teared up when I was having a CAT scan. I teared up many times at the doctor's office.

In some of those situations people were nice, sometimes they laughed (airline counter whore), sometimes they were just plain rude (nurse at the CAT scan basically yelled at me). One time a nurse told me I was pretty. I was in my twenties and I don't think anyone had told me that before. I can't even tell you how many times, while down in the dumps, those kind words from someone who had no agenda lifted me up a little.

I'll still have those teary moments, goodness I am an emotional person.
But I'm keeping my eyes open for those that might need a little lift.