Stories from my life: I am a survivor

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I was waiting for the elevator and a seasoned black woman walked up to me. She was panting like she was in pain, so naturally I asked “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just finished with a spa treatment and it was more intense than I expected.”

We both got on the elevator to go to our destination and continued talking.

“I am a two-time cancer survivor so I sometimes get winded.” she explained.

“I’m glad that you are ok.” I said. “I don’t think I have survived anything” I joked with her.

“Oh I’m sure you have,” she said. “Life can throw some curve balls.”

“Yes it can I agreed.” I smiled and the bell rang that we were at her floor.

“Thanks for listening” she said.

“No problem.” I said. “Good luck!”

Sometimes all you have to do is show the tiniest bit of compassion and people respond to it like a thirsty man in a desert. I know how good it feels when people listen to me, so I want to share that with others.

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