Today I went for a walk. And as I was nearing the end of it, I noticed a man with a walking aid stopped up ahead. I could feel that he was watching me and as I got closer and was about to walk past him, I looked up and smiled.
He smiled back and said to me, “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one struggling”.
The comment caught me off guard. I didn’t really know how to respond so I said, “no, you’re defiantly not”. And kept walking.
I had mixed emotions about this comment. I used to be able to walk past so many people unnoticed. I was just like everyone else. But the years seem to have caught up to me. My body was growing weak each day and it was defiantly showing.
At first I thought, “Do I really look like I’m struggling?”. I mean on the inside I am. By the time I walk down a hallway I can barely catch my breath and can feel my legs shaking.
But I have always tried to hide it as best as I could. I have never wanted to show that side of me. But this mans comment made me think, I couldn’t hide it anymore.
Than I was a little angry. I would never make a comment like that to anyone. Why did he think he could say that to me? He didn’t know me. A simple hello would have been fine.
I came home and reflected on what he said again.
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one struggling.
Perhaps he felt alone up until this moment, up until he saw me. Perhaps he thought he was the only one fighting this silent battle nobody else around him really noticed.
But I did. And be noticed me.
And maybe that was okay. Maybe I too needed to know that I was not alone.