Like an old friend...
It's been awhile, a year? Been busy, occupied.
I was blessed to have a conversation this last Sunday evening, the kind of conversation that I rarely have. To the casual observer, there was nothing overtly unique about the conversation. Nothing strange or different. Not the subject matter (which spanned several topics), nor the environment in which the conversation took place.
What made it rare was that it was genuine.
The conversation was between myself and one other person. At no time during the exchange of words did I feel defensive, or that I had to blurt out one thing to hide another. There was never an uncomfortable silence, although several pauses found their way into the mix.
The conversation weaved it's way around personal issues and friends. About the day and about the future.
You see, when someone lives "alone", they miss out on the one-on-one face time. That genuine, heart to heart, intimate connection that most people with spouses have.
Sometimes I feel like the little old lady that talks your ear off and tries to get in as much as she can when she has an audience because she doesn't know when she will be provided one again.
But Sunday, well, Sunday was just normal. It was intimate. It was genuine.
I know that people walk from place to place throughout the day, in their normal routine and never realize how much of a difference they are making in people's lives.
So Johnathan, I know to you it may have just been a moment of quiet nonsense babble, but it meant the world to me, and for that....I thank you.
