Yesterday I had a doctor’s appt. with my endocrinologist. It was a little bit stressful for me because of this strange stomach bug I was hassling with, which had been affecting my sleep. Not only that, I had to take my five-year-old who was high-energy the entire time.
Because my doctor was way behind schedule, I ended up sitting in the lobby for nearly an hour. There was also a lady who came in late and was taken in before me, so I was flat-out irritated. I sat and kept quiet until it was nearly an hour waiting, finally ready to burst.
The entire time I was sitting in the waiting area there was an older woman sitting next to me. After all this time had gone by, she turned to me and asked how old my daughter was, and stated that she wished she had her energy. I laughed and told her that I’d love to have her energy as well. Our chat took off and I felt this instant connection between us. She started going on and on like we’d been friends forever and she could tell me anything. She talked about her husband who passed away a few years ago, then she mentioned her health tribulations with the same thyroid condition that I have. She’d been through the wringer after being overmedicated–hospitalized three times–in addition to experiencing a heart attack recently. It was in the middle of our conversation that I thought to myself: I hope the nurse comes out and calls someone else’s name; I want to remain talking to this woman for as long as I can. This conversation was important and meaningful! Getting into the doctor wasn’t important anymore. It was like time stopped: a total 180 from how I’d felt just minutes ago waiting for my doctor to call me in.
She went on to tell me the ages of her kids and how she was now 85 years old and feeling pretty well for the most part despite missing her husband. I could feel the sorrow, and then the nurse came out and called my name. I had to say goodbye and end our conversation. After telling her it was so nice talking to her, she looked up at me and said, “I’m going to keep you in my prayers.” How amazing (I thought), but really I hadn’t even had a chance to tell her much about myself because she was too busy telling me everything that had been going on with her. How kind of her to tell me that she would keep me in her prayers. I should’ve told her the same, because it’s true: I know her name and I’m going to pray for her. Instead, I smiled and told her thank you. As I walked toward the nurse, I had strong thoughts floating around in my head like: I really feel like I need to talk to this woman more. Maybe she could use some support? How will I ever get in contact with her again? Should I give her my email or phone number?
After leaving the doctor’s office, I thought about the situation a little more. What is it that made this woman sit next to me in the first place? There were probably thirty+ seats in the room and not that many people there. Usually when it comes to sitting in a waiting room, I try to give myself a space or two in between other people, but this woman sat right next to me. I thought about how much time I wasted sitting there looking at my phone, totally losing patience (which I’ve always had an issue with), when I could’ve just opened my eyes and maybe tried to be more social.
“And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” —Roman’s 12:2
It’s true: I haven’t had the best luck connecting with people in life and truly feel like was like a God-given moment to establish a new connection with someone. There was something special about this encounter, but it’s usually fear that prevents me from following my inner voice in situations such as this one.
Once I was back out to the car, I turned on the radio, and a man was talking about how we need to seize the day.
Don’t put something off until tomorrow that can be done today because we aren’t guaranteed tomorrow. We need to take advantage of every moment we have. Live in the moment.
I’d heard this life lesson before, but obviously still haven’t perfected it. Again, what are the odds that this message would come at a time like this?
For me, the key takeaway from this whole experience is to not miss the moment, remain present, and never let opportunities like this pass me by again. When I feel strongly about something (even when it feels like taking a chance), I want to remain strong, take control, seize the moment, and listen to the voice inside me.