Shortly after a fairly epic moto ride out in the middle of the desert, to this dreamy swimhole, with Melissa following me in her truck, I went to find a place to camp (Melissa had to go back to Sedonna) and dropped my bike and broke my clutch cable! I waited around for a car to come up this teeny dirt road I had turned on to. Finally someone came and they totally helped me, by going and picking up their friends trailer and loading my bike onto it and taking it to a shop, which was closed by the time we got there but I was hopeful they could hook me up with anther clutch…. the next day. Holy Cow. Such kindness these people had!! And they totally saved my Ass. wow. I am a luck woman. Thank you, thank you Thankyou! And Peyson Arizona goes down in my books as one of the friendliest places on earth (and beautiful!) and I have a crush on the fellow who runs the moto shop, whom I met the next day when the shop finally (I was anxious) opened. Here are my reflections as I sat at a Denny’s and ate breakfast, waiting for 9:00am to come!
dishes clanking, old people sitting in booths eating, lady waitress’s whipping around, the distant conversation of the cooks coming from the direction of the kitchen, fat locals sitting at the breakfast bar, in seemingly no hurry. Apparently, A fellow has been watching me from his booth. I have been utterly, (Thoughts from the Road ~
dishes clanking, old people sitting in booths eating, lady waitress’s whipping around, the distant conversation of the cooks coming from the direction of the kitchen, fat locals sitting at the bar, in seemingly no hurry. A fellow has been watching me and I have been utterly unaware of this. ON purpose. Feeling a little exhausted and overstimulated…needing to not focus on what is in front of me, today I can’t handle taking in the stimulus from all around me.
Suddenly standing at my table, He startles me out of my concentration. Are you in the medical field, are you a nurse? you remind me of my nurse in Nam. The way you read, the way you lift your glass, the way you are eating your breakfast, even the way you write. I hesitate, No, I sadly say, wishing I was in the medical field and I could tell him Yes!
He referred to his nurse several times in the conversation and then, abruptly left. And I was left with a couple thoughts about this:
A. These nurses in Vietnam, wow! they were like angels to these men. I can see the depths of the affect they had, and can just imagine the mens affection for them….during such a hard time.
B. What is it with medical stuff! I hung out with a paramedic yesterday and felt a kinship and then just a couple days before that a friend of a friend had guessed I was a nurse, now this guys is sure I am a nurse….. Maybe it is a sign…?