The Deli

Waiting for my Boars Head
I said something to the lady
waiting next to me.
She answered and
we were off and running,
discussing the merits of healthy eating.
“You are what you eat,” I said
with confidence.
To which she replied with soft eyes,
“Not really. My daughter has MS.”
From cold cuts to MS.
A quantum leap.
I wish I could
say it put my own little troubles
into perspective.
But it didn’t.
I just felt quietly sad for the daughter
whose life changed drastically at 29.
There was no life lesson.
It was just a one-time grocery store
connection.
An intersection of two lines
that will probably never cross again.
So why did it feel so good?

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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