bep
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I saw an extremely sad sight yesterday. Please note that there is not a single 'snicker' or 'wink' in this post.
I saw a women around the age of 55 or so (hard to tell her real age) coming out of a building and getting into a van that someone had pulled up to the door to pick her up in. She was very large. When I say very large, I am being conservative. She exited the door and paused to catch her breath. She shuffled about five more steps and paused again. A few steps later, she was at the van where she paused again to catch her breath. I could instantly tell it was going to be quite a struggle for her to get into the van. She struggled to put a foot in, paused to breath. Put part of her seat in, paused to breath. I won't go into any more details because it was sad, but it took her several minutes to get into the van and she still hadn't closed herself into the door by the time I had left. If she had been able to see me, I would definitely not have watched the proceedings, but since she couldn't see me at all, I just had to watch in disbelief. I can't even describe the sick feeling I got in the pit of my tummy. There was not a snicker or snear in me...just wide-eyed disbelief in the whole situation that I was sitting there watching. I felt like crying for her. She has got to be killing herself. I don't see how much more her heart could possibly take.
The whole time I was watching this, I couldn't help but be horrified with the thought that if I lose my focus, that could be me when I am about 55 or so. Let's just say that the whole experience was extremely motivating to me.
I saw a women around the age of 55 or so (hard to tell her real age) coming out of a building and getting into a van that someone had pulled up to the door to pick her up in. She was very large. When I say very large, I am being conservative. She exited the door and paused to catch her breath. She shuffled about five more steps and paused again. A few steps later, she was at the van where she paused again to catch her breath. I could instantly tell it was going to be quite a struggle for her to get into the van. She struggled to put a foot in, paused to breath. Put part of her seat in, paused to breath. I won't go into any more details because it was sad, but it took her several minutes to get into the van and she still hadn't closed herself into the door by the time I had left. If she had been able to see me, I would definitely not have watched the proceedings, but since she couldn't see me at all, I just had to watch in disbelief. I can't even describe the sick feeling I got in the pit of my tummy. There was not a snicker or snear in me...just wide-eyed disbelief in the whole situation that I was sitting there watching. I felt like crying for her. She has got to be killing herself. I don't see how much more her heart could possibly take.
The whole time I was watching this, I couldn't help but be horrified with the thought that if I lose my focus, that could be me when I am about 55 or so. Let's just say that the whole experience was extremely motivating to me.