January 11, 1979
I only have a vague memory, so I was pleased to run across a diary entry.
My biggest thrill of the day was picking up a 70ish lady walking down the middle of a snowy side street in U City. She wore a huge fur coat and a purple hat covered in pinkish feathers. She scooted slowly along with the support of a broom. I asked her if she needed a ride and then gave her one to the bank. She slowly got out clinging tightly to the door. I felt a wave of compassion as I reached across to her, "Here, don't forget your broom."
Thank you dear lady in pink feathers! I had a lot on my mind that day. I was getting ready to start student teaching and I was dreading it. I was worried that I had would hate it and end up wasting my 4 years of college. You were a nice distraction that day. You made me stop to think about someone besides my self. I remember you as older than "70ish"... but I was much younger then. I hope when I am your age I'll grab a broom and use it proudly if I need it!
To celebrate my birthday in April 2012, I decided to reflect on the past with a different kind of list. I've met a lot of people in my 55 years, but I'm going to stop and remind myself about the strangers I've met. These are people I met by accident, not through friends or work. For some reason, these strangers dropped into my life. Even though we may have only spent a few minutes together, these people have never been forgotten.
Each week, I'll spotlight someone I met in the past, who in some small way, made me stop and think.
Remember 55 Strangers