Rose Sinclair put her special colored glasses on, she was now ready. Dressed in white, she always dressed in white for this, she headed out the door.
She hopped on the bus, looking at each passenger in turn as she walked down the aisle toward the back. Through her glasses, she could see the aura cast by loneliness about the various people she passed.
Ah, there. She thought to herself, approaching a dishevelled older woman with a lost expression.
“Hello, my name is Rose. Mind if I sit here?” She gestured to the empty seat beside the woman. The woman shook her head but didn’t make eye contact. Rose sat down, thinking of how to get the woman to engage.
“Had a long day, have you? I used to have one of the worst jobs. No one would believe it could be so bad. So what do you do?”
Meekly the woman replied, “I clean, offices and restrooms mostly. My name is Jane. No one usually notices me.”
“Well Jane, you stood out to me. You are not as alone as you believe. God loves you! Your daughter loves you too. She has been wanting to hear from you but worries you still won’t speak to her.”
The woman’s eyes shone a little brighter her loneliness aura dimming a little. “Really? How could you know?!”
“Let’s just say I have connections.”, Rose said. The bell rang as the bus started coming to a stop. “Oh, this is my stop. It was nice to chat with you Jane. Give your daughter a call.”, she waved and stepped off the bus.
Jane was still watching Rose as the bus drove away, life renewed in her eyes.
We all need to be loved. So often we’re our own biggest obstacles for others to reach us. Building up walls, isolating ourselves until we get lost in loneliness. Many of us could use a woman like Rose to jumpstart the reconnecting process.
Thank you for reading and have a good night!
Photo prompt provided by Sunday Photo Fiction by Donna McNicol.
Photo courtesy of Colby Renee.
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019