I was walking through the mall yesterday, and someone said, “Hi, Sandy!”
I turned and looked at the woman who had spoken. Her face looked familiar, but all I could see was her face and a pink ball cap she was wearing. I’m sure it showed on my face that I was searching for a name.
She helped me, she said, “Karen J______, without hair!” Oh! I remembered Karen! She and I had sat through many volleyball games together when our daughters played together in high school.
Since she had mentioned the lack of hair, I asked her why no hair. And, by the way, how cute the pink cap was.
She said that she was going through chemo again (!) But, while briefly telling me about it, I noticed how relaxed and at peace she seemed with the subject.
We then talked about our kids and what they’re doing now for a couple minutes and then said our good-byes.
I told her I was so glad to see her and wished her well with her treatments. And that I would pray for her.
She smiled and thanked me, and said, “It’s okay. I’m at peace with this.” And I could tell she sincerely meant those words.
Then we went our separate ways.
But, she keeps popping back into my thoughts. I am now praying for her, while at the same time, marveling at the peace she demonstrated in regard to her cancer battle, in the time that we chatted.
That is the kind of encounter that sticks in your mind, and, I’m sure, will influence how I handle myself, if I am ever faced with the same circumstances.