I
find it rather interesting how, in different areas of our lives, we are
associated with “slices” of various communities.
My
husband and I walk a couple miles most days in our local mall. There are varied groups of people represented
in those we meet while walking. There
are a few people who walk that I actually know from outside the mall. When we pass them, we often stop and chat for
a couple minutes.
Then,
there are people like, “the guy who had a stroke.” We don’t know his name. Like us, he has been a “mall walker” for
quite some time. The first few times we
saw him he walked very slowly, with some difficulty, and he didn’t respond when
we wished him a good morning. From his
gait and appearance, we guessed that he had a stroke. After a while, he nodded his head in
acknowledgement of our greeting. More
recently, he is walking more briskly and actually says, “Good morning” and
smiles. Walking has been really good for
him.
Several
months ago, we sometimes stopped and spoke a few minutes with a couple, Doug
and Karen, around our age. After a few months, we noticed that Doug frequently
stopped and rested on one of the couches. He complained about it being
difficult to walk and that he had gone to the doctor for some tests. As the
weeks went by, Doug’s wife was at the mall, but he was not. She said he had become quite ill. We learned last week that Doug had Lou Gehrig's
disease and had passed away.
There
are a few young women, one who pushes a stroller with her child. The young people walk quickly, with great
energy. We are in a military community, so we often see older gentlemen, who we
believe are retired military because their stance and haircuts. There are far more women walking the mall
than men, some slim, trim and healthy looking, others not so much.
I
belong to an organization that represents different areas of the community as
well. About half are “mature” women, quite a few retired teachers, a few older
gentlemen, and several younger women who work various jobs (mostly on our
military base), some with young children.
Members
of my Xpress Healthcare team also represent an array of different ages,
experience and backgrounds. Many work
full-time jobs and work their Xpress business part-time. We have several stay-at-home moms, a
minister, retired police officers, senior citizens – both male and female,
health insurance agents and sales people.
I
think it is interesting that such a varied group of people - in the mall, in my
club and on my Xpress team – have one or two things in particular in common,
while nearly everything else in their lives is totally disconnected from one
another. Just sayin’…
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