It was going to be an ordinary “get ready to go to Massachusetts” day. I went to the tire shop to have new tires installed on Hugo, my Honda CRV. And I got to see Brian again, the manager. This man is friendly to everyone. There was a stream of folks walking through his door and he lit up as he noticed each one. He actually reminded me of the Dalai Lama. So cool.
Next I went to the drugstore, parking a block away, when something hit me. No … not a car! A thought. All I did was look through the front passenger window at the store beyond. It was the office of a company which provides occupational therapy and physiotherapy to folks in their homes. When Jody came home from the hospital in March, 2014, Kerry Ann and Kathy were of great service to her. They were both kind.
I had a box of Jody’s books in the car. I took two out and walked into the office. A smiling receptionist greeted me. My therapist friends weren’t in. I sat there and wrote messages in the books and gave them to the receptionist, who was happy to pass them on.
Back in Hugo, I realized that there were other professionals who had been good to Jody. I marvelled at why I hadn’t made this trip before, prior to leaving for Western Canada. No guilt showed up, just a fascination with the waywardness of my mind.
Now, how do I find these fine humans? I remembered that a new public health facility had been built in St. Thomas so I went there.
“Does __________ work here?” > “No.”
Even though I was shooting blanks here, the receptionist was helpful in tracking down where these health care people might be hanging out.
So Hugo and I resumed the quest. Down the street, I parked in front of another office. And voilà! A second receptionist told me that Laura (our nurse practitioner) and Charlotte (our co-ordinator of services) each had a desk there. They were both kind. And they weren’t in. More inscriptions ensued and again the woman welcoming me said she would pass on Jody’s books.
Office number three was the home of two marvelous visiting nurses – Henry and Cindy. Henry always made Jody laugh and Cindy loved talking about non-nursey things that Jody was interested in. Just folks, but plenty smart. They were both kind. And they weren’t in. So … signing > receptionist > to be delivered.
As well as the health care heroes who had looked into Jody’s eyes, three receptionists and two drug store employees took a copy of our book. And I know that all of them were happy to receive the gift. Each of them will laugh. Each of them will cry. It’s what we human beings do. It makes me happy.