by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
He was working with his team when I came upon the crowd gathering to watch them.
He waved at me, called me to him.
Some “fans” were nearby. “You know him?” they asked jealously. “You’re so lucky!”
I didn’t feel “lucky”. I felt “honored”. I approached him.
He said, “How are you?”
I said “fine”, although it was a bit of a bad day, and he could tell. He could always tell.
He put his arm around my shoulders protectively, pulling me out of the crowd of onlookers. “You’re okay,” he hugged me.
I was carrying heavy bags. I didn’t realize how heavy they were. “Let me carry those for you,” he offered. “It’s okay, I’ve got them,” I said, struggling under their weight.
“Let me carry those for you,” he repeated, and gently took them from me.
He guided me toward his team, each of whom I knew closely.
“I don’t want to be in your way,” I said.
“Nonsense!” he uttered. Then to his team he instructed, “Take over here, okay? I’m taking her home.”
And just like that, through his work and crowds of onlookers, *I* was the most important person, and the most important matter at hand.
Not once did he stop caring for me and protecting me.
But not once did I feel undeserving.
And suddenly my Bad Day was no more.
“Let me introduce you,” I said, leading him back to the crowd.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!