Run For Your Life

There’s a middle-aged man living in my building who suffers from acute panic attacks.

Bald, a little hunched over, we literally run into each on the stairs.

Despite an elevator, I make myself take them since for forty years, lived in a 4 floor walk-up having little choice but to hike.  I have the heart of a yearling, my doctor tells me, and wistfully want to keep it that way.

Whenever this man sees me, he jumps, dropping what he’s carrying, running back out in the direction in which he came.

My heart opens since, I had these attacks as a kid, and they’re no fun, folded in a inexplicable terror you can’t shed or outrun.  Gratefully, I outgrew them, but sadly, my neighbor on 12 has not.

I’ve tried to calm him like a skittish cat, but he backs up, often falling into one of the lobby’s ficus trees adding embarrassment to his plight.

The doormen have offered to intervene for me…for the lady on 5 he’s so rude to.

However, the lady on 5 declines this offer, as she gently continues to try to make a new friend.

Here kitty kitty.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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22 Responses to Run For Your Life

  1. Kate Howell says:

    I should have a problem like that! Just another story in the naked city Love that story Hal

    Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone

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  2. If only everyone were as caring as you!

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  3. Ross de Marco says:

    I hope you can get through to him , it may revive or perhaps bring to life for the first time a new life bringing down those walls . It’s all fear but- ” for love never faileth ” As for hugs they are so healing my youngest daughter used tell me that if she were blindfolded and had hug to me she could know me by my energy or anyone else for that matter . It always made sense to me .

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  4. Ross de Marco says:

    Some of us get jaded as we age Obviously your soul is not dead . It’s good that you feel and have compassion . I hope there is a good follow up .

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  5. Maybe you remind him of someone…bad.

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, have you tried approaching him backwards, so it seems like you’re going instead of coming? Ha ha! Sorry, it’s not really a joking matter. I wonder how he gets his groceries, etc.

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  7. We have a patient like this … kills me every time he comes in. I can’t imagine what it takes for him to show up. It’s a shame because he usually comes with a problem, which is not from neglect, it’s from being too scared to be in public. I just act as if it’s the most normal thing going. Smiles & kindness go a long way, especially in their world. Scared cat is the perfect description

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  8. I had panic attacks growing up, never really knowing that others did not have them. i just felt inadequate and a little stupid at times. I kept having them as an adult and they devastated my ability to try new things and enjoy life. My stroke, God Bless it, stopped them completely. I get some twinges now and again, but I am doing new things and having a great time…well, mostly.
    It also means I don’t fear some things that, perhaps, I should…lol Oh well, all superpowers have their weak points.
    Scott

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