Life goes on...  

SensuousWoman3 55F
900 posts
7/30/2006 12:25 am

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Life goes on...

I just got home from the grocery store. I love to shop at night, sans crowds, particularly screaming and whiney children. I know several of you are on the edge of your seat, so I will not keep you in suspense any longer: Bing cherries, mushy, $1.99 a pound. Ranier cherries, delicious, $3.99 a pound. I didn’t buy any, though. The pits are the pits.

I needed food but I wasn’t hungry. Outside of Diet Coke, orange juice and a People magazine, nothing really appealed to me. I hate that as I end up home with practically nothing and sure enough, the next day I am starving. The drawback of shopping late at night is the deli is closed.

When you are a late night shopper, the store personnel get to know you. Tonight, however, the majority didn’t recognize me. My hair was long and down and I even had makeup on. Actually, I felt a little different myself. I suppose it was just as well that almost no one recognized me because curiously enough, as I as walking through the Dairy Section, my front-closing bra came unhooked. That really wasn’t a problem as I just lifted my shirt a bit and refastened it. I am sure many would be horrified, but no one was looking at me. What could they see if they did? A woman who’s midriff was bare while she refastened her bra. Big deal!

At the check out stand, there was a little girl with her hair in cornrow braids behind me in line with only a bag of Cheetos. I didn’t have many groceries myself, but I said, “Why don’t you go ahead of me, little miss.” She didn’t smile, she didn’t say thank-you, she didn’t say anything. Upon observing her while her purchase was rung up, it dawned on me that this wasn’t a little girl, it was a boy. Eww! Nothing worse than being a pre-pubescent boy and being mistaken for a girl. Sorry big guy. No wonder you neither smiled nor thanked me.

Even my sack-boy, Robert, didn’t recognize me at first. But he did eventually. Most sackers wouldn’t give a rat’s ass, but Robert always makes a beeline for me for some reason. He is an Asian man of Chinese descent who is old enough to have gray hair at the temples. I’d guess him between 35-40 years of age. He is a very friendly little man who seems to have a developmental challenge of some sort. He once asked me how old I thought he was, I said, “I think you are probably 72 years old.” “Seventy-two years old? You think I am 72 years old?” “Yes, I think you’re 72 years old!” “Why do you think I am 72 years old?” I said, “Well, you are very smart and you do your job very well, so I just figured you were 72 years old.” “Oh!” he said as a blush crept over his face and he smiled shyly.

Earlier in the week I was at the grocery store and Robert limped over to sack my groceries. He also has a bit of a physical handicap. I had had a bad, bad day. I was tired, grumpy, depressed and out of sorts. I just didn’t feel like talking. But he did. I only had a few groceries, but he insisted he would take them to my car. Grrr. I needed to run halfway across the store to the cash machine. Guess what? He came too, grocery cart and all.

I was a few steps ahead of him and his supervisor seemed to have noticed him going clear across the store in the wrong direction with a cart with but a few things in it. The supervisor stopped Robert and asked him what he was doing. I quickly retrieved my cash and went back to his side. I smiled at the manager and said, “He is very good to help me. I injured my shoulder and I am having a hard time lifting even the little things.” That seemed to quell his manager. I’m not sure Robert grasped that he could have been in a little trouble.

“What kind of food do you like?” said Robert. I replied, “I like Mexican food. What kind of food do you like?” He told me he likes Chinese food. I told him I do, too. Then I asked him what his favorite Chinese dish was, and he told me it was Fried Rice and proceeded to tell me how to prepare it. It was very hot and still very humid outside, even after sundown. And I was so grumpy.

“Does your Mother make Fried Rice for you?” I asked. Well, she used to, he said. Then he told me that his Father used to cook a lot, too, as he was a chef at a hotel/restaurant that used to be very popular in town. So we chatted about that. He then told me his Mother and Father both had died and that he really missed them. Those words really tugged at my heart. But then his face perked up, his big brown eyes grew wide and he looked me directly in the eye and said very affirmatively with a slight nod of his head, “But life goes on!”

Such a pure soul with such an important message: Life goes on.



phoenix639 49F

7/30/2006 1:26 am

Yes...life does go on.

We often feel its crashing down around us, then someone 'less fortunate' than us puts us in our place.


SensuousWoman3 replies on 7/30/2006 2:09 am:
Oh, indeed they do. It is very humbling.

Supervy_Sage 50M

7/30/2006 1:26 am

Often the simplest minds, those of children, see things as they are. They are not clouded with their own desires or misconceptions. They worry not about what others think of them or what will come tomorrow. The see the truth very clearly.

Robert has connected to you. He sees that you are a kind women, and will forever be your friend. Sometimes we find friendship with people like Robert tiresome, but believe me when I say they can be some of the best, most loving and caring people you could hope to meet.

Life goes on, and it takes strength to do so.

The Super Pervy Sage


SensuousWoman3 replies on 7/30/2006 2:16 am:
True, so true, al2u2. That very night he told he was so tired, that he’d worked so hard that day, but by golly, he was still working hard and reaching out. He managed to channel a message to me that I really needed to hear. Again, it is very humbling.

I am glad you dropped by a12u2.

JuicyBBW1001 54F

7/30/2006 4:17 am

I have some mentally challanged friends too they put things in prespective everytime.

Juicy


SensuousWoman3 replies on 7/30/2006 6:01 am:
There is lots of wisdom out there if we only open our heart, our mind, and our soul enough to hear it, isn’t there?

SolarPowered0 67M
8018 posts
7/30/2006 8:10 am

Yes, life does go on - with or without us. You just gotta step up to the "bag."

Good to see you back in form, K. You do know... you are an excellent writer?

Solar...


SensuousWoman3 replies on 7/30/2006 8:24 am:
Thank you, Solar...

steamyandsexybi 43F
2784 posts
7/30/2006 7:06 pm

Awww! Thats a great post,SW3! I have tears in my eyes after that one. Stories like that are the ones that 'tug' at my heart. One of my ex boyfriens (no, not the last jerk.) had a sister who has MS,and a very very very terrible disability and she's my age. WITH alzheimers altogether too. She used to love coming over to visit us. I know what its like to have someone 'hit home' on a subject like that. This post just inspired me....I'm gonna go give her a call and say hi....that'll brighten her world right up! Thanks!


SensuousWoman3 replies on 8/5/2006 11:25 pm:
Aw, thanks, Steamy! I am glad this post spurred you to action. You know as well as I know how many a little of our time can mean to somebody else. That is said about your former c.f.’s sister---the early onset Alzeimers is particularly brutal.

steamyandsexybi 43F
2784 posts
7/30/2006 7:07 pm

....Damn cherries! lol


SensuousWoman3 replies on 8/5/2006 11:28 pm:
Damn those cherries! Why didn't I purchase a cherry-pitter at the last Pampered Chef party I attended? Oh, I know, because I only go for the food and the beverages, if I go at all!

Christ, I have all kinds of stuff that I pulled out not to long ago and used for the first time---heart shaped cheesecake anybody?

curvymeli 39F

8/1/2006 7:24 am

I like Robert. I'd probably heave a little sigh when I saw him coming on a bad day with hardly anything in my cart, too, but afterwards it's worth a little bother, eh?

It's nice to be reminded of that....that in our daily rush and tridgery the smallest things can make a difference.

Thanks for the reminder.


SensuousWoman3 replies on 8/1/2006 11:32 am:
Yes, yes, yes. It was a humble reminder that it doesn’t take any energy to be nice and that I wasn’t the only one giving in this interaction. He channeled a very important message to me that night. The wisdom is all around if we just open ourselves up to it.

flagg134 36M
1582 posts
8/4/2006 7:17 pm

*sigh* Now I feel like a total whiner...Guess I needed that kick in the head though. The cherries are a very fitting addition to this post as well as life is but a bowl of cherries complete with pits.

RF


SensuousWoman3 replies on 8/5/2006 11:32 pm:
You’re not a whiner. The reality is any person would be hard pressed to say any article such as this and “not get it.” If they don’t get it---I don’t think I want to know them! Good analogy about life, the bowl of cherries, and the pits. Everything is peaches, except the pits!

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