Listening to Love Walks in by Van Hagar and trying to absorb the sliding doors that had to open and close – the subway cars that had to pull in and out of the station to facilitate the soul healing incidents of the weekend.
Yesterday morning I woke my daughter up to tie my shoes so I could walk to Safeway to get a bouquet of flowers I would deliver to the firehouse as a token of my appreciation.
The service they did for me? I’d only been out of Urgent Care some 35 minutes. Not in a great mental place.
On my way my laces came undone. Not wanting to trip I stopped in at Starbucks and feeling humiliated – I couldn’t tie my own shoes – asked a sweet woman half my age running crazy for the morning crowd if she could tie my laces.
I felt – pretty awful. Embarrassed. I promised after getting flowers from grocery across the parking lot I was coming back to have coffee.
And get a treat for my daughter – just to be nice – not as a price for tying my shoes – how I felt about the barista.
This wonderful woman double-knotted my laces.
Ginsu Moment.
Showing my age I know.
I selected a beautiful bouquet I was going to put in a backpack I’d pull over a shoulder.
Sling keeping the other busy.
I approached two ladies to help me put the flowers in a plastic sleeve so they wouldn’t drip into my backpack.
I was going to tuck a sweet in as a treat for my daughter. Soggy? No good. Explaining this mess to the kind woman who took time out of her busy morning to help me? Forget it.
No Way!
One of the women laughed and said “Two peas in a pod!”
The woman who helped me with the flowers? She had the same type splint on her left forearm!
She’d fallen off a ladder and broke her arm in the same place!
Fast forward and dear daughter and I are walking to the door at the fire station only to see a sign for business hours.
Sunday isn’t one of those days.
There WAS a sign that pointed to an old-fashioned doorbell “Press here for service.”
And another that read if an emergency dial 911. Delivering flowers to say thank you? Um. No.
It was a great feeling handing over the bouquet and thanking the men and women who’d heard about my adventure.
As to Synchronicity?
I was told it was lucky timing. Apparently the crew had just closed out a call that enabled them to go to Starbucks for some java.
And help someone they had no idea was waiting for them.
Be well.
Elizabeth Maxim 
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