One of the blogs I follow, Prodigal Daughter, inspired me with her description of a hospital ER and how frustrating it is, and the life lesson she learned there.
I was ticked off this morning. As most of you know, I’m a therapist in a Christian counseling office. I work three days a week listening to people’s sad stories and trying to use God’s Word to help them find solutions.
Twice a week, I go to aquatic therapy where I spend some time in a delightfully warm pool, moving my arms and legs in first deep- water and then shallow-water exercises. It’s good for my fibromyalgia and my arthritis.
The pool is divided into two section, and it’s just about big enough for four people to use at one time. Typically, there are only two of us at any given time. This morning, I was looking forward to some peace and quiet–the pool was empty! I switched on the light, climbed down the ladder and began my routine. About five minutes into my workout, another lady about my age came and moved to the deep side of the pool.
I must have the words “you can tell me all your problems” written across my forehead. My pool partner began to describe her present life dilemma to me. We’ve never met before. I still don’t know her name. It was as if the minute she got into the water, all these words just came bubbling out.
Sigh. Poor me. No peace, no rest for the weary. Talktalktalktalktalk. I never had to say a word; she kept talking until I finished my routine. As I climbed back up the ladder, she said, “Look, I probably shouldn’t have dumped all over you, but I guess I needed to talk to someone. Thanks for being a good listener.”
And I stood there on that ladder with tears in my eyes, feeling terrible because I’d been so impatient. I looked at her and told her I’d pray for her, and I will. And next time I see her, I’ll find out her name.