Before I go any further, this is a story about The Vulnerable. I just want to point out it is through my job that I find myself basically living my days out at shopping centres, training, not shopping. I save that hobby for the weekends.
This particular day, sitting on a bench outside a store with my trainee at the Bentley Shopping Centre, a centre, which is in an older area, has a large customer base of seniors, who of course want a chat, why wouldn’t you? Maybe I should spend more time here as chatting to seniors has become my favourite past time.
An elderly petite lady, hobbled over dragging her walking frame with her, she had beautiful silver curly hair, worn to just below her ear. Wearing dark blue well pressed polyester pull on pants, a firmly pressed seam down the front, a short sleeved blue and white floral blouse, clothing I recognised from the window at Millers. She was set for a day out with her niece so we discovered. And she looked great.
Well she wanted a chat, sits herself down next to us, without batting an eyelid, interrupted us and said.
‘Are you girls teaching’
‘Where do you work’
‘What are you doing’
‘What are you learning’
So we chatted for about 10 minutes about what we were up to, she loves the store where my trainee is from, this I am proud of as these girls are a bit special, and have embraced the community they are in.
‘Oh I like that store’ she stated.
‘I’m waiting for my granddaughter’
Shortly after her granddaughter arrived wearing a red t’shirt and jeans, a strong family resemblance was evident, granddaughter was also very petite, with light brown long flowing curly hair. Checking first her grandmother was doing okay, they then ambled away to do some more shopping together, grandmother was now rested.
A few minutes later, our elderly friend came back a bit out of sorts, sits down and said I’ve left my money somewhere. Our hearts sank, we said that she hadn’t left anything here and that nobody had sat in what was at that time her spot. She delved into her hand bag, patted her pockets, we waited, holding our breath, please let her find her money.
Success, her money was in a zipped compartment in her bag. Probably been asked to place it there by her family.
- So petitie
- So frail
- So vulnerable
- So thankful
Thought my day was going to be spoilt by circumstances outside of our control.
Thankfully we get to smile for another day.
|We all need to look after each other, no matter what age we are.|