Moments of Connection

 I love it when I meet someone with whom I relate. 

There is a lady at the church where I attend. I don't know if she would want me to mention her publicly so I will simply call her "V." She has the sharpest wit. She is always there to help with church projects, even when she is moving slowly with her cane. 

There are days when I can tell she's in pain but she just smiles and keeps on trucking with her humor intact. Recently, we had a church event and we're all rushing around and she had volunteered for a couple of duties that I knew would be taxing for her. 

"How are you making it, V?" I asked her. 

"Thank God for pain medicine. That's all I can say," she replied, dryly. 

"Amen, Sister." 

I was eating a quick breakfast and had brought my own meds to take and was spilling them onto the table before the event began. 

"If your bringing drugs, you had better have brought enough to share," she joked. 

I just love her. She's always got some dry, humorous remark on the ready. 

She's barely over five feet and walks with a cane. She is affectionate, loving, and funny. One never knows what will come out of her mouth. I relate to her as I have the same problem. 

One day last winter, I was walking into the church fellowship hall and I saw another lady whom I don't see very often and I said, "Hey, there! Good to see you. How are you today?" 

It was a cold day and she replied, "I'm cold." 

I felt the same but I did not say that. Instead, being agreeable, I blurted out, "Yep, it's a bit nipple-ly outside." 

I immediately felt my face redden and I kept on walking hoping she hadn't heard my remark which was not exactly church appropriate, no matter how accurate it was. 

V was not there for that comment but I know she would have found it amusing. I get her. I think she gets me. 

Those moments of connection are precious. Let these people know how much they mean to you. 

This past Sunday, I was walking by her and we said hello. She looked down at my shoes. "Cute shoes," she said. 

"Thanks," I replied. I looked down at her shoes. She was wearing a cute, comfortable-looking pair of sandals. "I like your shoes, too." 

"Temu," she said. 

I pointed down at mine. "Shein." 

We high-fived. 

I just love her. 

Moments of connection. Priceless. 

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