I sat down at a table for four at Jagger’s, my favourite breakfast place.  And I proceeded to do what I’ve done a thousand times in restaurants:  If there’s something right in front of me on the table, I move it away.  I need space.

There’s a vague underthought in my mind that I’m different from other people.  I do and say things that most people don’t.  Yes, down deep we all have the same joys and sorrows but how I express myself in life feels unusual.

I’ve hardly given a thought to my “centerpiece shifting”.  Until two women sat down at the next table.  They too had dried flowers in a tiny vase, salt and pepper jars, and a wee candle.

I was looking at the back of one of the women when suddenly a hand was pushing all the objects to the left end of the table.  Pretty ordinary, you might say.  But my eyes opened wide.

Someone else does that?

Such a simple example … but it took me away to the past years of my life.  Maybe I’m more like than unlike.  We’re all members of the human family.  We bleed.  We smile.  We have a beginning and an end, with hopefully much in between.

Us