“Excuse me Madam, but are you all right? Do you need any assistance.?”
“Yes, you’re taking a walk. I just wanted to help if you needed it.”
I smiled, and much to my surprise, blurted out, “You’re just doing God’s work.”
He grinned back and off he went, few minutes later driving by, waving and calling out, “Have a good day.”
What was that all about--this elderly gentleman with New Hampshire license plates? He wasn’t even local. I never felt he had anything but good intentions, and let’s face it, I get offered seats on the T all the time, and I sure didn't look like I had a penny to my name.
Here I am, longing for solitude, basking in the quiet, feeding the introvert in me. And along comes this stranger, longing for human connection, looking for ways to energize the extrovert in him. I sense that we both got what we wanted and needed. Strange how silence and solitude can be reinforced by some simple human exchange on a little shore road.