A message from a stranger
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
This past Saturday, I was shopping for clothing at a local department store.
After trying on a few items, I was experiencing the usual post-dressing-room gloom, and my mood was low.
Most of my negative feelings were in reaction to what my 72-year-old skin looks like after some fat has been lost from beneath it. (I was again wondering if it's even a good idea to lose any more weight because of the unappealing changes in my skin -- but that's a different blog altogether.)
So as I was mentally grumbling to myself about the humiliations and losses of getting old - I looked up and saw an attractive woman a few yards away walking toward me with a pair of crutches under her arms. She looked to be in her 40s, was slim, and wearing a simple, but pretty summer dress.
Then I looked down and noticed that she had only one leg extending below that dress.
Instantly, my mind took me to what could have caused the loss of her limb - anything from a traumatic accident to illness -- including cancer.
I was impressed with the way this woman, by herself, was shopping and looking around for what she wanted. She would stop, rest one crutch against the rack of clothing, and pick up an item to inspect it more closely.
This woman had a very matter-of-fact, no-nonsense approach. She didn't bother to hide or camouflage her lost limb, and she also didn't let it stop her from accomplishing the task at hand.
"Accept it and move on," was the message her behavior was broadcasting.
It's an excellent message, indeed.