Most of the time I am not interacting, busy with my own thoughts, or fishing for my key, key card, even the money to pay for the ride from my big purse, somedays I do, and I get to listen to their stories.
Trying to catch an early morning Amtrak train, my cabbie was so inspired, I was his last run for the day. He works 7pm to 7am, he is aiming to earn 2 grand a week, while he can he said. He is 25 and he wants to discover the world, to travel, maybe discover his calling. That's a good plan, I remember when I was that age, I was trying to figure out my life on my own, I guess I didn't hear the calls then.
The other night I got this comment, "you still live in that address". It turns out he was out of the cab business for 4 years trying other things, but he likes the freedom of the business so he is back.
This morning I got reference materials on the Bible, he said it is the best, he is a recoverng Catholic and seemed so inspired about the Bible. No, I didn't initiate the Bible conversation, there must be a writng on my forehead that I am studying the scriptures too.
What strikes me though, is I am often asked which hospital or health facility I am working for, they seemed to have this idea that it is a preferred profession for my people. Oh well..
Aging with joy...jauncing through life, like it's the first time, a great discovery, sharing experiences about my life as an elderly woman. There is joy in aging indeed, there is wisdom earned. The wisdom to believe, to cook brazenly and to eat wisely.
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