I arrived a little early for radiation number six of thirty today, I so I detoured to the hospital shop to buy more of my thirty-four dollar special radiation cream. On my way back down the hallway, I watched a little one-year-old jaunting down the hallway wearing skinny jeans and boots. The little cutie reminded me of Greta; I just loved watching her rock the hallway. The equally cute mom ran several steps ahead of the baby and took a picture. I smiled as they made a memory together in the hallway of a random hospital. They stopped at the elevator I was targeting, so I smiled at the mom when I caught up and our eyes met.
Here’s where it gets weird.
She did a visible double-take, and then said, “Do you have a blog?”
I did an extreme double-take, and said, “Erm, uh, yes.”
We both stepped back from the elevator zone, and she went on, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m meeting you. I read your blog, and I think you are just amazing, and here you are, a real person.”
I’m sort of blinking back tears at the obvious enthusiasm she is showing at meeting me. I’m beyond thrilled, not so much that she recognized me, but that she greeted me so warmly. She hugged me right away and it was so powerful to receive her love. She’s a stranger-friend. It turns out she’s been reading my blog since March, she’s been praying for me, and she recognized me thanks to the one recognizable picture I’ve posted of myself.
In our three minutes of conversation outside the elevator, she told me that she has struggled with infertility, she introduced me to her beautiful daughter, she told me that hearing my struggles and thoughts gives her insight on how to handle her own. We shared two very sincere hugs and she told me she felt like she knew me. And she treated me like she knew me, which I loved. And I would very much like to know her. She promised she would comment on my blog so we could be in touch. She then hurriedly made me promise not to read her blog because it is nothing like my blog, and the whole conversation was kind of like that. It was real and animated and enthusiastic and you’d think we were long lost friends if you were watching us from across the room.
It was deep, it was honest, it was meaningful.
Not bad for elevator talk.
There was no small talk of “cute boots” or “love your hair”. In three minutes we covered each other’s biggest issues, saw God all over that moment and every moment, and, at least in my case, made each other’s day. So often interactions with strangers are neutral at best.
Today made me see the best in her and the best in myself. And I needed that today. Sometimes I can see The Best all by myself. Sometimes I need the curtain pulled back, the lights blazing, and the music trumpeting with The Best Of Real People, myself included.
Thanks, God. That was cool.