She smiled very lovingly at someone by her side. Before turning to see who it was, I decided to observe her eyes a little more. There was something about them – pain she had to endure in her past. The burden she had to carry. They’ve healed but they were left with a filter she viewed the world with. Her smile, however, met her eyes – it was genuine.
I turned to see who she was smiling at and saw a man on a wheelchair, speaking to a train conductor. His words were heavy and he was slurring them. I found it difficult to understand what was being said. His hands and legs were rigid. Medical equipment was hooked to the back of his wheelchair. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis – I assumed, of course. I’m no doctor. I noticed the matching wedding rings they wore and knew immediately, my instincts had been right – they were married. His wife stooped a little to listen better, her smile never leaving her face and she faced the train conductor to explain what he had wanted to convey.
At that moment, I felt gratitude settling slowly in my heart. It had crept in quietly while I was distracted by the married couple. I felt thankful for her patience, resilience, love, faith for going through whatever she had gone through, and standing tall by her husband’s side that morning in the train station for me to witness.
I fished my phone quickly out of my pocket and sent a message to my husband. I thanked God for keeping us healthy, providing us with a roof above our heads, a bed to sleep on, food to eat and clothes to wear. It’s always the littlest, basic things in life which are our biggest blessings. • ema