Phil took his hand-held pads and began to walk with his saunter-like slow stroll type pace. As he moved towards me, he took his right padded hand and put the tip of the pad to just under his nose. He carried his left padded hand and held it to his chest. Phil closed his eyes as he did all this simultaneously, and with his eyes almost looking like either a long held blink. Or what he thought I understood. But now he had to explain this me. It was just short of an eyeroll. Which I knew was not aimed at me. It was because even Phil hated the idea that people could be so ill-willed and callous, to someone that never aimed harm in their direction. Yet, he saw how I was perceived. He got it. Phil really did.
“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” ---Ralph Waldo Emerson There are many ways to shed light on seemingly impossible situations or what we would consider obstacles to our daily living. It is not always in our daily intake and output that is the measurement of a human being. It is the grind. Some people struggle with miniscule grinds; while others have bus loads to grind through. Some don’t make it. Few do. Making it, is not, not dying. It’s progressing through even when there appears no light at the end of the tunnel. That there may not even be a twinkle of a star in the nights ahead. And the human that faces that, knowing full well that they can’t change the ending to their earthly story. Yet, they consciously go through the process, has made it. They’ve lived. No matter their age, I believe that, to be one of Life’s truths. As this year has progressed, the pandemic actually blessed us. Yep. Many would not agree with that. But then, they weren’t us. They weren’t our