I’m an occasional Starbucks fan, never a daily drive-thru. But when you move 1500 miles from anything familiar, a Starbucks close by my new town was a spectacular find on day two.
I pulled into the second space directly in front of the door – what a treat! Placing my car into park, a family standing on the curb – Mom and Dad in their mid-30s and their maybe 9-year old daughter – started toward my car.
Despite Mom and Dad using canes, they hustled to the back of my SUV very quickly while the daughter stared at me wide-eyed. I jumped out of the car, realizing Mom and Dad were blind.
They felt along the side of my vehicle, finding the back handle surprisingly fast. I questioned, “I think you believe I’m the Uber or a Lyft…? but I’m not…”
Mom laughed, apologizing. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, I just assumed. Our driver should be here.”
In seconds, the actual Uber pulled up and I made sure they got into that car.
Already filled with gratitude for the many blessings in my life, the encounter with that family reminded me to pause in a deeper thankfulness.
In prayer, I thank God for my family’s health and even occasionally include thanks for our senses. But, to live an ordinary day without one of the five senses I take for granted?
I considered the Mom feeling around for her toothbrush and paste that morning. Reaching for a hairbrush. Putting on clothes that don’t clash. Parenting a young daughter. Ordering car service and praying to stay safe in a society that too often takes advantage of those mentally and physically compromised.
Throughout the day, I repeatedly closed my eyes, attempting to carry out my activities with lids tightly closed. I stumbled, jammed my fingers, banged my knees. How often is intentional patience followed by frustration…then lead to anger and even sadness, for those with limitations?
The easy daily routine for one is a monumental event for another.
I cringe thinking about how often I complain about having to do something that is quick and easy for me but extremely time-consuming or challenging for another. That precious family – perseverant and unwilling to stay home on a beautiful day despite the potential difficulties of venturing out – gave perspective.
I paused to appreciate basic physical abilities and I was humbled, more present, immensely grateful.
Whatever is ahead for you this week, God bless your travels and endeavors🩷🩷.
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 
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