Observations
Sometime I like to sit back and people watch. Watch people as they come and as they go in their daily activities. Weather they are driving, walking, talking to their loved ones or just sitting back and smelling the roses.
The other day I made an observation as I was on my lunch break. As I was driving back from good old Chick Fil A I noticed in the car behind me a women crying. You could tell that she was fighting back tears and some tears escaped. She had children in the back of her car and they seemed oblivious to there chauffeurs turmoil. I wondered “what could she be crying about?” The nice in me, wanted to ask her if she was okay. But how could I do this when I don’t even know this woman. She seemed very perplexed over whatever was causing her such emotional distress. Maybe she heard some bad news, or maybe she feared something or someone or maybe she was tired whatever it was it seemed to bother her a lot. The whole time we sat at that red light I was drawn to looking out my rearview mirror to look at this woman. My heart screamed out to help this woman. At last the light turned green and the women whom had cried tears for the last 2 minutes, struggled to wipe her tears enough to see through them to drive. And we drive and she still seemed upset. Within 20 seconds she was no longer behind me but going in the direction of her destination for that of which I will never know.
Just an Observation, with No Meaning. Observing only to observe.
Everyday we make observations into others lives only to realize we will never know what those observations mean nor would we understand them.
Just an Observation.........
Sometime I like to sit back and people watch. Watch people as they come and as they go in their daily activities. Weather they are driving, walking, talking to their loved ones or just sitting back and smelling the roses.
The other day I made an observation as I was on my lunch break. As I was driving back from good old Chick Fil A I noticed in the car behind me a women crying. You could tell that she was fighting back tears and some tears escaped. She had children in the back of her car and they seemed oblivious to there chauffeurs turmoil. I wondered “what could she be crying about?” The nice in me, wanted to ask her if she was okay. But how could I do this when I don’t even know this woman. She seemed very perplexed over whatever was causing her such emotional distress. Maybe she heard some bad news, or maybe she feared something or someone or maybe she was tired whatever it was it seemed to bother her a lot. The whole time we sat at that red light I was drawn to looking out my rearview mirror to look at this woman. My heart screamed out to help this woman. At last the light turned green and the women whom had cried tears for the last 2 minutes, struggled to wipe her tears enough to see through them to drive. And we drive and she still seemed upset. Within 20 seconds she was no longer behind me but going in the direction of her destination for that of which I will never know.
Just an Observation, with No Meaning. Observing only to observe.
Everyday we make observations into others lives only to realize we will never know what those observations mean nor would we understand them.
Just an Observation.........
Through out the day you notice people with that " I can't handle what god has put on my shoulders" look. I often wonder if my facial expressions or my tears are ever caught in a glance by someone else....wondering what god has put on my shoulders.
ReplyDeleteHello...I found your blog by chance and just wanted you to know that your "Observations" post was quite intriguing. I truly enjoyed your insights into how meaningful our observations can be if we only inject ourselves into the lives of others from time to time. What a difference we can make to not only that stranger, but also what impact that stranger's life can have on us as well.
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