Something very synchronistic happened yesterday that made my day only it was early and it got lost in the shuffle of all the drama. I need to recount it because it was at least as important as all the hospital junk, no more.
I got up yesterday at 0430 to make the trip to the Hospital for my 0800 appointment for the biopsy. All very important. And the Hospital is not just the Hospital anymore since the Covid and even more so just now because of the Governor’s latest tightening. The facility is all compartmentalized like a ship ready for battle. There are locked doors and blocked hallways and you can only get places by going through the right checkpoints for screening. At one point I set off any alarm and then I got busted for not being screened, geez!
Anyway that is on top of my own years of fears of the whole situation. I know that I have written about how it is the hardest thing in the world is just to go through the door from the parking lot to the Treatment Center. One second you are independent and free and you go through a door and next you are willingly getting poisoned.
And that is where I was yesterday poised to open that door when I caught a glimpse of a woman coming up behind me. So, I pushed the door open extra wide so she would have room to pass behind me at a good distance. And as she goes by she reads the patch on my daypack. She yells, “Phil’s Camino!”.
And she had seen the documentary and her parents had walked the Camino five times. And she wanted to take a selfie with me. And I said go to my blog Caminoheads and comment and I will pick up your email address and we can communicate. And we both ran on, she into an elevator and me around a corner and I yelled back, “You are making my morning!”.
so sometimes you get lucky loves, Felipé.