(Note: This is a long post, but it's a story I want to share.)
When the phone call came, I felt a bit of hesitation, then decided, "Why not?" The coordinator at a local hospice organization where I volunteer asked if I would pick up and deliver some medication to a patient. It didn't work out earlier in the week when she called with a similar request, so I wanted to be there for her this time.
When I told her I was available, she thanked me and said, "I know it's not fun to get out there at 3:00 on a Friday afternoon." I really didn't mind, and since I was going to be on the road anyway, I decided I would also stop and pick up a pair of pants at my drycleaner.
On the way to the pharmacy, I was suddenly hit by a thought. Am I not fortunate to be able to get in a car and drive? To leave my home? To enjoy the warmth of the fall sun? What about the patient who is waiting at his home? What are his options? Why would I not want to "get out there," regardless of the time of day? Knowing I would bring relief to someone whose life will soon end is reason enough for me to "get out there."
My attitude, which was already feeling joyful, lightened even more. The wait at the pharmacy was brief, and the patient lived two blocks away. What could be more convenient? A family member answered the door, and I felt humbled when I asked for his signature authorization in exchange for the medication that would bring comfort to his loved one.
From there, I went to the drycleaner. Two customers were ahead of me. The first was having a playful conversation with the owner. Then the second chimed in. I listened with amusement. The first customer left, and the second customer continued his conversation.
All of a sudden, he said something that sparked a recogntion. "I know this guy!" I introduced msyelf by my first name and told him I know a mutual friend. He acknowledged what I said, but I didn't think he got it. I then told him, "I'm Patricia from...," and I explained the circumstances we have in common.
Next thing I knew, he was giving me a hug,and smiling all over, because of the connection. We have spoken on the phone in the past, but have never met. As if that wasn't enough, he said, "Let me get you some candy." He is part-owner of a gourmet candy company that recently earned a contract with the local Neiman Marcus store.
In no time, I was laden with popcorn brittle, pecan brittle, and chocolate shake brittle. I''ll let the website for Cornell Confections describe those tasty treats for you. It's going through a renovation now, so you won't be able to order, but come November 17, it should be ready to satisfy your sweet tooth.
What's the point of all this? When you "get out there," life is full of surprises and nooks and crannies to explore. It's filled with interesting people to meet, to explore along with, to teach and be taught by, to comfort, and to laugh with.
When you "get out there," life looks different. Its face is warm and exuberant, without a hint of judgment. Its brow is wrinkled with curiosity, its ears bristle with new sounds, and its eyes sparkle with the amazement of discovery.
Remarkable Woman, when will you "get out there?"
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