I had a regular, usually very early Sunday mornings. It was clearly a woman with special needs. She was a fan and just wanted to say hello for a few minutes. Our conversations were mostly small talk, family, friends, the past week, the week on the way, and so on.
No matter, how busy I was, I always had a couple minutes to chat. She reminded me of a woman back in my radio days. She lived on Butler Street in Wilkes-barre. She was lonely and just needed to hear a friendly voice for a few minutes.
Back to 2019.
My calls stopped a few months ago. Nothing. Zero. Not a peep. I feared a health issue, or even worse.
Then, a week ago, she called. I was relieved. She explained there was a health issue and some moving around. It was great to hear her voice.
Conventional wisdom has me helping her by listening. It's actually the other way around.
Merry Christmas.
