...but some stay forever.
Even if it's not physically.
While having lunch today (and I'm not quite sure what brought it on) I was thinking about that time 8 Earth years ago, when I got my elbow sprained. I was taken to a hospital with a name I don't recall and I was waiting outside a room to get my elbow X-rayed. I'm not sure what I looked like, in terms of the emotions I might have been projecting. I was in pain, I was tired and I had been crying.
There was this lady who sat next to me, waiting to be called in to the Sports Injuries office. She started a conversation; she asked me why I was here (and I told her through my hiccups) and she told me about herself; she told me that she was new to city and that she was here for work. She told me that loved playing rugby and that while she was playing, she got herself injured pretty badly. She showed me her leg (and I gasped because it was badly bruised) and then she asked me why I was here, and how old I was. I also vaguely remember asking her how old she was, and she asked me how old I thought she might have been; I think I said, "Maybe twenties?" and she laughed. She was older (I don't remember what she said, but I do remember telling her she didn't look that old). She then told me how brave I was, right after which I was called in.
I only realized how kind she was being and how she was trying to not have me think about my elbow after I went in. Once I came out, I wanted to thank her and tell her that I'd like to be friends, and I wanted to ask her what her name was, but when I did come back, she wasn't there anymore.
Thinking back, I know it worried me that she wasn't there, and I know it gave me a sad feeling to not have been able to say goodbye properly or to not have at least followed up on her blue-yelllow-red leg injury, and I never got to thank her, and quite honestly, it still makes me sad. It haunts me sometimes.
I'm really glad she was there. I was too young to realize how kind she was being, but now that I look back, I understand. I wish that I can be that kind one day to some kid sitting alone and sad somewhere.
I don't know where she is now.
I haven't left the city. I'm still here, and I can tell you what all I've been upto in all this time. But I do want to know what happened to her. Where is she now? What did she do after she got injured? Was she able to play again? Is she married? Does she have children? Did she go back home?
She haunts me in a strange way, and I feel like I could never really repay her for how kind and sweet she was to me that dark day.
Wherever she is, and whatever she is doing, I hope she is well. I hope she remembers the sad kid in the hospital once in a while and I hope she realizes how benign she was to me.
It's really strange, because this is just one clear memory I have amongst a flurry of conflict and confusion that was the 6th grade. This is the one clear memory I have, and it always comes with a strong sense of nostalgia and affection for that lady. The whole thing must have lasted around 15 minutes but I will always carry this moment with me. I don't know what makes it so special, more special than all the other things, and so special that I always set it out from the rest. People are always so kind to another, it hurts. I wish we could see stuff like that everyday, though.
God bless you, kind lady.
And I hope your leg got better, and that you got to play loads of Rugby games afterwards.
Even if it's not physically.
While having lunch today (and I'm not quite sure what brought it on) I was thinking about that time 8 Earth years ago, when I got my elbow sprained. I was taken to a hospital with a name I don't recall and I was waiting outside a room to get my elbow X-rayed. I'm not sure what I looked like, in terms of the emotions I might have been projecting. I was in pain, I was tired and I had been crying.
There was this lady who sat next to me, waiting to be called in to the Sports Injuries office. She started a conversation; she asked me why I was here (and I told her through my hiccups) and she told me about herself; she told me that she was new to city and that she was here for work. She told me that loved playing rugby and that while she was playing, she got herself injured pretty badly. She showed me her leg (and I gasped because it was badly bruised) and then she asked me why I was here, and how old I was. I also vaguely remember asking her how old she was, and she asked me how old I thought she might have been; I think I said, "Maybe twenties?" and she laughed. She was older (I don't remember what she said, but I do remember telling her she didn't look that old). She then told me how brave I was, right after which I was called in.
I only realized how kind she was being and how she was trying to not have me think about my elbow after I went in. Once I came out, I wanted to thank her and tell her that I'd like to be friends, and I wanted to ask her what her name was, but when I did come back, she wasn't there anymore.
Thinking back, I know it worried me that she wasn't there, and I know it gave me a sad feeling to not have been able to say goodbye properly or to not have at least followed up on her blue-yelllow-red leg injury, and I never got to thank her, and quite honestly, it still makes me sad. It haunts me sometimes.
I'm really glad she was there. I was too young to realize how kind she was being, but now that I look back, I understand. I wish that I can be that kind one day to some kid sitting alone and sad somewhere.
I don't know where she is now.
I haven't left the city. I'm still here, and I can tell you what all I've been upto in all this time. But I do want to know what happened to her. Where is she now? What did she do after she got injured? Was she able to play again? Is she married? Does she have children? Did she go back home?
She haunts me in a strange way, and I feel like I could never really repay her for how kind and sweet she was to me that dark day.
Wherever she is, and whatever she is doing, I hope she is well. I hope she remembers the sad kid in the hospital once in a while and I hope she realizes how benign she was to me.
It's really strange, because this is just one clear memory I have amongst a flurry of conflict and confusion that was the 6th grade. This is the one clear memory I have, and it always comes with a strong sense of nostalgia and affection for that lady. The whole thing must have lasted around 15 minutes but I will always carry this moment with me. I don't know what makes it so special, more special than all the other things, and so special that I always set it out from the rest. People are always so kind to another, it hurts. I wish we could see stuff like that everyday, though.
God bless you, kind lady.
And I hope your leg got better, and that you got to play loads of Rugby games afterwards.
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