The little light was blinking on the phone when we returned home last night. Bob called and left a message. It was something about crossed contrails moving in unusual directions. He is very observant and calls me to ask how I see it. It was too late to call back. So, I made a note to call in the morning.
Next morning, we talked about those contrails for a while. He saw them while riding the school bus after work. Bob works for our school district with kids in junior high who have special needs. He rides the bus to assure the kids he helps get safely home. That conversation evolved into other examples he shared about the lives of parents and loved ones who are responsible for individuals with special needs.
Bob mentioned giving respite care yesterday to a family in town for their grown son. The care freed the couple so they could travel to the college graduation of their daughter several hours away. They were so grateful to be able to leave their son in safe and caring hands and join their daughter for her big day.
I asked Bob how old he was. He said he was 61. I wondered if he was in good health. Not really was his reply. He is likely to need rotator cuff surgery next year. Then, he pointed out that his brother has had cancer for several years. He described the love and care given by his brother’s wife and close family.
I complain about my problems and aches and pains as much as anyone. My conversation with Bob helped me realize that my problems in life are pretty mild compared to what is faced by many other people. I am grateful for my good health and my family. The way I see it, we should all be more aware of the needs of others and try to do something to help.