The Canadian Oxford Dictionary defines
fortune as chance or luck as a force in human affairs. I am feeling that force this week.
Last Thursday evening, our force of nature,
Phyllis, invited TPW’s to join her, serving guests at Holy Blossom’s Out Of The
Cold program. The encounter was brief
but as I waited on a table of eight men, I was struck by the courteous way they
treated me. Every request was made with
grace and each of them thanked me at the end of the meal. I felt deeply aware that there is a large
element of chance in determining who is a guest and who is a server.
I missed the walk this Saturday as
I’m visiting my sister in California. (Yes, that IS good luck!) My sister and I share a gene pool but in this
too, I’ve been lucky. She has just had
her knee replaced for the third time.
Her first surgery on her bones was when she was fifteen and she’s dealt
with joint problems (hips and knees) all her life. For her, a simple walk without a crutch, cane
or limp is a joy. When I complain about
my small age-related aches, I hear her voice in my ear reminding me how very
fortunate I am that, with training, I can walk a half-marathon.
