Stopping for Joshua Bell - Page 3

 

Wanda cooked, cleaned and did her school work. Elementary school was lonely because she had no parent to come to programs and help with events. She liked high school better because of the activities. She was in Spanish Club and Pep Club, but she had never been asked on a date. She cried when she told me that.

After high school, she was hired to work in a dairy, and her real life began. She grew close to her coworkers, and for the first time in her life, she was going out to eat and into the city to see movies and concerts. She sometimes watched the boss's children, whom she came to love. They called her Aunt Wanda.

Wanda wasn't dating and didn't feel attractive. However, as we talked, I realize she had every thing she needed to be loved. I remember the day she discovered that. She wondered if anyone would ever love her, and I asked her to name all the people she loved. She surprised herself with the length of the list. I asked softly, "Do they love you back?"

After a while she said, "I guess I am already lovable." She smiled, her eyes glistening with tears.

Moments bring great joy. My friend Margie writes poems describing walking her daughter's dog, baking a chocolate pie or flirting with her husband at a traffic light. She is gifted at being present for what most of us would see as ordinary minutes. Margie jokes she has so much fun that she should be charged an excess tax.

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