Rushing around is a familiar scene in my life.  I rush to get up, make coffee, get Mom up, and then do things like, make and take phone calls, look at my business schedule for the day and night, and if I am lucky, pay a bill or two.  Then get breakfast and lunch ready for Mom, and check to see how her schedule is going for the day, and how she is feeling.  Not just her body, but her mind, and spirit.  Then off to work I go, for most days a 10 hour day/night.

Some days are better than others.  This Chemo is making her old before her time, I think about the other 73 year olds that I know, and how different she is from them.  That is her journey; we all are not the same.  Sometimes I do find myself comparing and I should not, it isn't fair.  I tell myself she's had a hard life. Now for the last 5 years battling all kinds of cancer.  She is a fighter.  I am proud of this fight she is battling, and sad that she is doing it, but the fact is she is doing it... she has not given up.  I don't know if I could do it.  My sister did it, until she couldn't.  I don't know if I would want to put others in my shoes. 

But last evening, while shopping for dinner after a 10 hour day, just getting up to line with my 12 items or less, out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman take a hard fall, on what seemed to have been a end cap item of glassed ice tea.  She attempted to step over the puddle, and her foot just got a few drippings of the wet dark tea, and down she went.

No one did anything.  No one.  I dropped my bag, went to the courtesy desk, and barked, "Someone fell"   “A lady fell by the ice tea" Get a manager.  By this time, the lines to check out were a few people longer, and still no one was speaking to the woman who fell.  I got over to her, my bag still in the middle of lane 12, and said, "The manager is coming, stay here".  I moved my bag to the side went back and stayed with her, until the manager came. 

I wasn't thinking about Mom at this time, it was late, nearly 7 p.m.; all I was thinking about was this woman who I sensed was embarrassed, and hurting.  All I could think about was helping her make it right, and how I would have felt if I slipped and no one cared enough to for a moment out of life, show empathy or get help.

The manager came over, and got her information, and then asked for mine as a witness.  Then this woman and I exchanged names and numbers.  It was getting later, and I knew I had a responsibility at home to make dinner, and I had to check out.  The young lady at the register asked me how she, the woman who fell, was doing, and I said, she'll be soar tomorrow, she fell hard.  

Well, this little tidbit, into a life of already hectic and demanding schedule is to pose a question out to the Universe;  How can it be it that when a plate is over flowing, there is still room for compassion  and concern for some people to give; while others who may have time, walk by and do seemly nothing,?. 

 My thought for the moment is about time.

Ladybugs and  Dragonflies