How many people do I see in wheel chairs. Or the ancient accompanied by a disinterested caretaker who assumes her charge doesn’t know the difference.
The woman afraid to cross the avenue because she’s just had surgery and can’t walk very fast, so she waits and waits on the corner for someone to help too embarrassed to ask.
There’s an ex model I have always been envious of. She was more successful than I marrying a famous lawyer moving into a four-story townhouse. She has two beautiful kids, a house in the Hamptons and kept on working well into her 50s because her husband knew everyone.
Two years ago they found a tumor in her brain they claimed to successfully remove. Today, she doesn’t even recognize her children. Her mind went, and when I see her my heart thinks, if you only knew how jealous I’ve been of you, and now you think my name is Claire.
I’ve known her for 35 years and she has no idea who I am.
When I’m in the throes of feeling sorry for myself because of my hearing issues, I’m reminded instantly how lucky I am to walk, see and recognize those I love.