Hello Stranger,
I wonder about you often.
I see you out with your walker, meandering slowly down the street, sometimes only moving a foot in 5 minutes.
Then I see you at the mall, slowly making your way through the food court.
Or I see you at the bus stop, patiently waiting.
And I wonder.
Who are you? Are you someone's mother, grandmother, or great-grandmother?
Are you ill, or just old? You're so fragile-looking to be out by your self; I wonder if someone is looking for you. Then, because you're out alone so often, I wonder why no one is there with you.
I wonder where you live. I wonder what you do besides walk. I wonder how you take care of yourself, and who cares for you.
But I've never stopped to ask. I've never stopped to introduce myself and meet you. I've never offered a ride, or asked if you were alright.
I just wonder.
And now I wonder why I haven't seen you in a while...?
And that gives me a lot to think about...
Sharon
Sharon, this gave me chills. As a culture, we don't care for our elderly people the way other cultures do, I think. You also reminded me of an elderly couple who I used to see walking every day picking up litter in the neighborhood, and I wanted to go back and re-do my own post for Day 6.
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