I feel the next 2 weeks are going to pass by very quickly. Tomorrow I go back to the specialist with Rhea, on Wednesday we pick up my parents from Gatwick and then will stay with us for 10 days. On the week-end, my Brother in Law+wife and Father in Law will come down to celebrate my birthday. Sophie will be here of course and because David has too much work to do, we will bring my parents to Bath so they can see him during a lunch.
So next weeks will be speed of light again.
Lucky Snapping : May Quotation Challenge
It's Lynne's turn again and this time, the quotation is :
“ The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others”
I love that quote and it fits me pretty well too. My father in law calls me Sister Charity, that says it all.
There is one story I can tell you because it was a very important for me. I always loved old people, there is something about them that I find touching. On one side, I feel that a lot of them have all the knowledge, on another one some of them become very frail and I feel like I need to protect them.
Many years ago (but still in England), I needed a job and I applied at the local Post Office. The job was far from fascinating compared to what I was able to do with my brain, but I worked on a Monday/Thursday and on Monday, it was pension day, so I was in contact with a lot of old people and that made me happy.
One of my favorite customers was 86 or so. He had the most beautiful blue eyes ever and I was looking forward to see him every Monday, for our little chat. It went on for many months, may be years, I can't remember, but one day he didn't show up and I was upset. My boss told me he might have a cold or so, so I waited. But the next Monday, he didn't show up either. I knew in which street he lived, so on that evening, I started knocking on all the doors of that street, starting with NR. 1.
In our society, knocking on people's door and asking " do you know an older guy with blue eyes... " doesn't go very well, but I found a couple of helpful people, and after an hour or so, I knocked on the right door. A very old and small lady opened the door. I didn't know her and explained who I was and why I was there. She eventually invited me in, after realizing I was who I said I was and she explained her husband was in hospital. She didn't drive, had 4 kids ( my age) but living pretty far away and was kind of distressed about how to pick up her pension. Because she lived on my way to the PO, I started picking her up very early, bring her to the PO, opening the PO earlier for her , give her her money and drive her back home.
It was a funny situation because she was very short and I have a 4x4, so getting her into my car wasn't the easiest thing. Once I was alone at the PO and couldn't drive her back, Dennis came to the PO and drove her back.
After a month or two, she called me to say her husband had passed away. I really would have liked to see him before, but she had said he didn't recognize anybody, so it wouldn't have helped.
She then found another way to go to the PO and I was still seeing her once a week. She was only calling me if she needed a drive. On that Wednesday my phone rang and I recognized her number but there was a different voice at the other end. The man said it was her son, she had passed away in the morning. He had found my number in her papers and because his mum was constantly talking about me and what a difference I had made for her, he wanted me to know she was gone.
It was a very sad moment for me, but knowing I had made a difference in her life, made me warm. Later on, we continued seeing a lot of old people leaving us, one after the other. One passed away the day after I had brought him and his wife some fish they wanted from the big supermarket. I was so upset, my boss sent me home.
This quotation is so true, helping others makes you forget your small or big worries and seeing people happy because you made them, is a fabulous way to be happy too.
Take care everybody, xxx













