I am an optimist. The positive guru. Whenever I meet people and they are struggling, I try to inject them with hope, offer them a counter perspective. Yesterday as I was taking my daily walk, I met upon a elderly woman, she looked to be in her mid seventies; she was over weight, and I could tell in need of someone to talk to, if but for a minute. She greeted me as I approached her gate.
“Morning,” she said in a tone that was a question.
“Morning,” I replied. “How are you doing?” I paused to give her time to observe me more keenly. She was searching my face to see if she recognized me, if I was someone she knew.
“Not doing well at all,” she pronounced finally, a hint of a frown on her face.
In that moment I had two choices: 1) Continue on my walk and leave her with her own struggles, or 2) Give her a positive injection. I decided on the latter.
“You’re moving, “ I offered, not wanting to contradict her. “You are out walking so maybe you are doing better than you think.
She looked around to make sure I was speaking to her. Stopped in her half turn towards her house and offered.
“I guess you right.”
That was my opening to just fan the flame of wellness a little more.
“I think any day we are able to walk and breathe can’t be so bad. We must be doing fairly good.”
“Is true you talking,” she smiled, resting one hand akimbo.
“I want you to enjoy the rest of the day now,” my voice raised in joy, and I picked up my pace. She started towards her house. I glanced back and waved, and felt so good on the remainder of my walk home.
I do not know if that woman kept that perspective for the rest of the day, but I hope she did. I know what I said in the moment made a positive difference. I hoped if she went for a walk to her gate that evening, and someone passed, they paused and greeted her and gave her another dose of hope.
I am at that age when I am beginning to look old age in the face and wonder who will be there for me. How will I mange that period, when my body deceives me, seemingly turns on itself when my mind is still trapped in another era of youthful vitality. Who will remind me that I am doing okay? Will I remember to remind myself? I find as I move about each day, there is always someone who needs to be reminded that they are doing okay, and each day gives up an opportunity to claim wellness and joy.
I invite you to be a positive guru for the people you encounter.
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