Was running a little late today – took time to take a shower, have a cup of coffee. Then had to run to the store for the Easter goodies I have been putting off.
Glaucoma man was still here when I arrived. The place is practically empty.
He did something he’s never done before. Sat down at my table. We talked for quite a while about a wide range of topics.
He wondered if I had children. We spoke of medical marijuana, about his sister. About the passing of his mother. We spoke of not wanting to drive out-of-town. Of funerals.
He said his sisters may be coming into town and he’s excited, but doesn’t want to get his hopes up.
I’m just glad he sat down. It’s like we shared a little bit of Easter together.
I love listening to people sharing their lives.
And I really try to hear. Hear the wisdom, the lessons – hear what worked for them, what didn’t.
Someone with 80 years has a lot to share. But, that doesn’t automatically mean they have all the answers. That they’ve lived in a way in which they’re proud.
He shared some of his defects of character with me too. And I just listened.
And now he’s gone to do his shopping. And I’m sat wondering if he has children. What he’ll put in his cart. How he’ll spend the rest of his day.
Today though, was for listening and not asking questions.