As I approached the National Hospital for Neurosurgery a woman, distracted, worried, was outside on a cellphone. My music stopped and in the second of silence I heard,
“…..and if he continues to have the fits then they know it is something more serious….”
The music started again, I walked on.
That fragment of conversation haunted me all day, changing my actions and thoughts. I could not alter the events I overheard and for a moment I felt powerless and dark.
A minute later the glimpse of another life empowered me. I saw a young woman on a cycle who had clearly thought about her look, blond bob, a take on 60’s eye make up, pale pink lips, a soft blue beret, big boots and thick black tights. She looked so great, somehow Twiggy 60’s chick and contemporary too, so I smiled.
She looked slightly surprised and then she smiled back, a full 100 watt, joyful smile that lit up her face.
She cycled on and I walk to the station determined to smile at strangers, embrace the fragility of life and live the day, the week to the full.