They really live anywhere, but still you wouldn’t expect to find ONE there. . . .
It was a Friday afternoon and the air still couldn’t figure out if it was the last day of Winter or the First day of Spring.
It was quiet in the hall way of the nursing home, well after lunch, with many naps in progress.
But not her. She was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the nurses station. She noticed me right away, this Keeper of the Hall way Kingdom.
“Hey, WHO ARE YOU?”
“My name’s Chuck,” I said to her.
“WHO?”
“My name is Chuck. I’m a Chaplain.”
“Come over here, I want to see your name tag,” she demanded.
I went over and knelt down in front of her and she grabbed the name tag I had clipped on my shirt and she first smiled and then started laughing…almost hysterically.
“What’s so funny,” I asked her?
“You’re Charlie Chaplain!”
I laughed with her and smiling back, owned it, “Yes I am.”
“Well, WHO AM I,” she asked, looking confused?
“You don’t know?”
“No, really, I don’t know. Who am I?”
“Well you’re a Princess!”
“A Princess?”
“Absolutely. A Princess. I knew it as soon as I started walking down this hall way and I really knew it when you asked me who I was?”
“And who am I,” an aide asked as she came from behind the nurses station?
“Well, you have the most important job of all, ma’am. You’re the Caretaker of the Princess, making her even more special than she is, every day and night!”
The whole exchange between The Princess, her Caregiver and Charlie Chaplain took no more than probably 30 seconds and we all had smiles on our faces.
Compassion isn’t this long, drawn out process. It’s a moment; one purposely given and one humbly received.
In less than 30 seconds a Princess, a Caregiver and Charlie Chaplain all took on new meanings, purposes, definitions, reasons and destinies.
We all became ANEW and less UNAWARES.
We all became better.
We all became.
Go Crown a Princess or a Prince who’s forgotten their truest identities.
Stand in awe of the Royalty of IT all. . . .
“He sure is he crazy,” this new anointed Princess said to her Caregiver as I walked away from them down the hall. “But I like him!”
THEY can live anywhere…maybe most especially WHERE THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE….
Maybe it’s not so important to find one as to be found by ONE. . . ?
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