Boggled

Some people may call me nosy. I call it curiosity. Having lived a very sheltered and narrow life, I am genuinely interested in other people’s background stories. Yeah, I guess you can call it nosy. Let’s compromise and call it investigative reporting.

I’m a firm believer that everyone has a story and as the Russian Mafia blog I wrote early on proved, my curiosity and imagination sometimes get the best of me. I am always looking for a little morsel from someone’s life to be used in my stories or as the basis for my blogs.

I have been curious about a tall, thin lady I see consistently who looks so elegant despite a pronounced limp. Today, I decided to satisfy my curiosity.

I first asked if she had ever been a dancer. She assured me that she had never been athletic. I complimented her graceful movements. She put the notion aside. So much for that possible storyline! Falling as she did a graceful jeté was a figment of my overactive imagination. Bummer!

Seeing she was about my age, I asked her what she had done before she retired. As she was very articulate, I imagined her to be a professional of some sort. In my imagination, if she was not a dancer, she could have been a plastic surgeon who used her fine hands to sculpt faces to perfection.

Imagine my shock when she spoke words that broke my heart. “Nothing that mattered.”

I am still in shock. Until I process those words, I’ll call this blog finished other than to say, I hope at some point I can tell her she matters to God and what she does really does matter to Him!

Blessings

KB

If anyone has some words of wisdom to help me process this, message me on facebook.