Me: FBW, 50. Him: SAFWH, 59
I am sitting in a cafe in my work neighborhood waiting for a few sandwiches to take back to work for SFGary & me. I have been sitting here trying to calm down because I just got off the phone with a lender that I thought we were working with, who just now advised me that we aren't profitable enough to get the business loan we need in order to open up a second location. I was wallowing in self pity.
A very disabled man in a wheelchair approached me, and I thought he wanted to get past me, so I scooted my chair in. He was unable to talk, and it looked like he was only able to move one hand. He pointed to some french fries on the floor a few times. I still didn't understand what he wanted until I saw his glove on the floor. I walked over, picked up his glove, turned it rightside out, and then he wanted me to help him put it on. So I did. Afterwards he shook my hand four different ways. I went back to my table, and he went to leave. After he wheeled around my chair again he stopped at my table, waved at me, and left.
I had been sitting feeling sorry for myself, poor me. Business doesn't work quite right, marriage is a real challenge, kids are off from school and are fighting with each other a lot. And I have nothing to feel bad about. I have small setbacks, but will pull myself up, and move myself forward. I am very grateful that I am able to do this. I have no real adversity in my life. I just learned a very valuable lesson.
3 fantastic kids: DS 18, DS 17, DD 12
DDay 1: 1/8/13, multiple DDays with TT for an entire year.
Working hard at R. No, strike that. I give up. We're heading for D.
If all you wanted was love, why would you use