There was this encounter with a shoe repair man, in the St. Clair and Yonge Street location. I walked into his store & wanted to buy laces for my sturdy hiking boots.
He offered to do up the new laces that I had intended to purchase, when I said that I had arthritis in my hands.
“My mother has arthritis too.”
“How old is your mother?”
“She is about your age, 65 years.”
(needless to say I swallowed my vanity and asked another question)
“Does she live here in Canada.”(he had an accent).
“No, she lives in Pakistan, and she has not been well since my father died in 2009.”
(He continues to do up my laces & I offer to write down helpful hints, telling him that I am a nurse– re: her Arthritis/High BP/ Diabetes, that he has now revealed that she has)
“I miss her and worry about her, but my older brother lives in her village and is married and she now has 2 grandchildren, so she is happier …and that makes me feel better.”
” Well, tell your mother that you spoke to a woman today who feels the same…and that I am happier since my two sons are married and have given me grandchildren.”
He smiled broadly and said “How long have you had these boots? They are excellent hiking boots!
No charge for the laces. You are my mother and thank you for this information for her arthritis.”
Later that wend I was privy to a book found in my cousin’s library.
Me, thinking about this man from Pakistan, and wars and stuff and well I picked up a history book, that was sort of a spoof on human behavior.
I read a book called 1066 AND ALL THAT, by w.c.sellar & r.j. yeatman( only goes up until the 2nd WW). This particular book allowed one to quietly venture into the follies of human behavior, and like Spike Milligan who saw so many things as a jest(rather than secure his memory with a celebrated sarcophagus), simply had a simple headstone planted, engraved with the words:” I told you that I wasn’t feeling well!”
The book 1066 AND ALL THAT, was a wake up call to: yes indeed men started all the historical wars.
And women, without a solid role would not truly have a true voice.( a mistress’s intervention, Lady MacBeth in the wings??)
Then my daughter-in-law gave me Three Cups of Tea, a book written by a man from Montana, U.S.
The essential message was an inspiring one. The author, Greg Mortenson, in 1993, a mountaineer drifted into an impoverished Pakistan village in the Karakoram mountains after his failed attempt to climb K2. He was so moved by the inhabitant’s kindness, and by the man who rescued him off the mountain, that he promised to return and build a school.
The essential message is that we all are tied together, an anthropology code wills us to respond to one another, those who are in need. We all have the same universal needs, and they are all very basic.
I guess that is what this particular blog is all about. We have so much in common,(Mothers missing Sons –Sons missing Mothers, in this particular case). Need I further explore the divisive way of religion and politics and people with failed egos who make a muck of it all. I think not.
It is Mother’s Day Wend and a time to review the good stuff.