I wonder sometimes if I'm invisible. It would seem so, sometimes. I have to walk about a block to my building from the parking lot. Because I am unsteady walking long distances and being on uneven ground, I use my faithful walker. I call my walker my Snazzy Mercedes. It has wheels and brakes,. It is interesting to observe people going to the same building. Some will rush ahead when they see me, so they don't have to share the intersection wiith me. Their discomfort as seeing me is palpable. You can see it on their faces. Oh, boy, that lady makes me feel uncomfortable, let me get ahead so I don't have to acknowledge her, or hold the door open for her. if I just move a little faster maybe I won't have to make eye contact with her.
I smile and say good morning anyway. I observe that the people rushing in to pay their PSE&G bill, the people of Camden are more likely to hold the door open for me, than the suited people headed to work. Very interesting dynamic. How the Lord uses me. Sometime I can tell the perosn who has the change of heart midway through the intersection and decides to slow down to make sure I don't get hit by a car, kinda like what would their mother say type of reaction, a second thought. Very interesting. WhatnowLord?
