I had taken a different kind of lunch hour that day.
These past months, my lunch hours had been filled with visits in the hospital with my dad along with my commitments with my ever growing family. The hour seemed never enough. But that day, I took the time to make it different.
I pointed my car towards the newly-renovated Tim Horton’s (new Reno’s were always a weakness of mine)… just me, myself, and I. Or so I thought. This hour became a most powerful reminder of “living in the moment.”
As I continued to stand in line and admire the newly renovated space, I gleaned a spot for myself as I waited. Just then, the lady in front of me turned to talk about the renos and her approval. I agreed.
I thought then that was the end of that, a nice little chat. But it was to be an hour I wouldn’t soon forget. She then bravely turned to me and said, “Would you mind some company at your table?” I had just gleaned with my iced coffee as I waited for my order.
I instantly came back with a “Yes” because that is what always came easy for me.
Me, myself, and I, always had room for one more.
The hour filled quickly with bits and pieces of our lives in the name of getting acquainted. Then I came to realize with a little more of her sharing, how incredible this meeting with this stranger was for me.
Only 67, she lived alone as her husband had lived in a Personal Care Home for 12 years since he’d been 54…. I was 54…. I let that sink in for a moment.
I had shared about my husband’s Guillain-Barre Syndrome journey 8 years ago and how he had walked out of the hospital doors 6 weeks after being paralyzed for most of it, being deemed the miracle man by the Doctors.
My intent was to portray hope.
I realized very quickly that the well-dressed, well poised lady sitting across from me, had found a different kind of hope these past 12 years. Under a seemingly heavy load of unchanging circumstances, she had gleaned a daily strength from her God to face another day and see the positive in each day.
She said it had been a choice… daily. This choice was gleaned from her now 95 year old mother and the support she had given her through these years. She also had daughters and grandchildren just like myself.
It could have been me….
As we said our goodbyes, my timer on my phone said it was time. We hugged as if we had known each other a hundred years or more. It was a meeting she looked for daily as she dressed to go out for lunch in between her visits to her husband…. not living the dream of retirement with her.
She graciously said I had blessed her, but I shook my head, eyes brimming with glistening tears as I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt… she had been my blessing that day.
Our paths may never cross again, but this unplanned meeting will linger with me for a long time as I cherish meeting her in in the moment…
and found a different kind of Hope in her story… a HOPE angel♥️