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!”