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My Very Own Frank Sinatra

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“Beautiful girl, walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunset, stay a little longer with the lonely sea”

-Frank Sinatra

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After a long day at work, I hit the gym as usual.  It was a typical Tuesday.  I worked out on my claimed machine of choice, the Cross Ramp for about 40 minutes, biked for 10, and did brief ab work on the floormats.

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Thus far, there was nothing particularly “special” about my day.  I showered, ate dinner in my car, and walked into my History class.  A history class which is 2 hours and 45 minutes long.  Yes, that’s right.  Surprisingly, the class is VERY interesting.  I don’t think I’d be able to take such a late night, long class, provided ANY other professor.  He truly brings the stories of history to life and leaves you EXCITED about what he’s talking about.  You know…the kind of proffessor who ACTUALLY wants to be there?   

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Although, the class was amazing, I still have yet to share with you the highlight of my night.  After class, I headed out the doors.  By this time it was about 9:00PM, because the professor ran a little late.   I held the door for the man behind me, as usual, but this time I actually got a RESPONSE.  The gentleman, a kind, sweet elderly soul who was coming from my class as well, thanked me and made small talk.

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I had actually wondered when I saw him in class, what posessed him to enroll in the first place.  After all, he was far past his prime, and a degree would be no use to him at this point in his life.  He livened up when I turned around and said to me, “why thank you, dear!”  As if surprised that someone would be courteous to a stranger in today’s world. 

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After chatting about the wonderful class that we had in common, I could tell he was desperate for some kind of companionship.  He had forgotten where he parked, so I offered to help him find his car.  By this time, he had introduced himself as “Herb” and I found out that he was 88 years old, exactly 4x my age.  I knew that he must have a ton of life experience (none of which he was afraid to share!).

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As we strolled along, he told me TONS of things.  We were no longer aquiantences, but friends. Just to name a few, he sang me a song that he said reminded him of the moment…Frank Sinatra’s, “This Is All I Ask“.  The line at the beginning of the post is the one he kept repeating.  He told me that I should definitely use my smile to my advantage.  I could probably get anything I want.  Haha.

Herb told me how great it was that I was getting an education and shared a lot about his family with me.  He guessed that I was wondering what an “old timer” like him was doing back in classes.  This brought him to mention that he needed something to occupy his time.  He got lonely at the assisted living grounds that he dwelled in, and missed his wife a lot, who passed away 2 years ago this Easter

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His gentle nature when talking about his adoration for his wife brought tears to my eyes.  The stories he told my only verified my opinion of the way a marriage should be.  As exhausted as I was, even when we found his car, I couldn’t pull myself away from the conversation.

He went on to mention his memories of World War II and some of the highs and lows of his life.  It’s so funny how you can learn SO much more from a person than a book.  His love of life and thankfulness for all he had was so inspiring, that I completely forgot about any sense of fatigue that I had felt. 

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He offered to walk me back to my car (as a true gentleman would), but I suggested that I would be alright…I didn’t want him to lose his way back!  I gave him a hug and thanked him for sharing all that he had with me.  As much as I thought I was doing HIM a favor, he really was the one blessing me.  I wonder how long it has been since he was hugged?  It’s sad to think that he doesn’t get a loving embrace from someone everydayEvery person deserves that.

Anyway, what he did next tugged at my heart strings most.  He took my hand and kissed the top and then flipped it over and kissed the palm as a means of saying goodbye.  He said, “you know why I did that” and I answered, “no”.  His reply was something I’ll never forget.  He said, “young lady, someone once told me that there’s an artery that runs from the inside of your palm to your heart, and YOU have one beautiful heart“.    

I prayed for him on my way home, recollecting everything that we talked about, and hoping that God would keep him safe and keep him company.  No one that sweet should ever have to be lonely.

 

How has God spoken to you through an unexpected encounter??

 

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16 responses »

  1. Beautiful story! Just made me cry. What a sweet man. I’m so glad that you were both able to be blessings to each other.

    Thank you for sharing!

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  2. Okay, making me cry again.

    You are just about the sweetest person I know!!!

    luv 6a

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  3. Whoops,

    luv ya!!!!

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  4. DiningAndDishing

    That is such a sweet story!! I think it’s so important to take time to reach out to the elderly. We never know how much companionship can mean sometimes!

    - Beth @ http://www.DiningAndDishing.com

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  5. How awesome :) This just made me smile! I end up having a bunch of encounters like this on our trips to Honduras. It’s amazing what God can do.

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  6. I love your waffle picture! It’s like pac man haha.

    And what an inspiring experience! I’m in college too and I do notice that us college age folk do tend to be a tad judgmental and steer clear of the outsider. But really, one day we could be that outsider.

    God spoke to me in that kind of way when I was interning in Walt Disney World. I was very sick with celiac disease and thyroid problems and was unable to work for a long time. However, I was bearing down a 14 hr shift and forgot to bring food. After finding out I also forgot to bring money while sulking in front of the vending machine, a man came to me and handed me 5 $1 bills. It was a moment where I was just down and someone was nice enough to just notice and help me out.

    Oh and I’m a first time reader, so Hello :D

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  7. Hey you,

    wow that’s touching. Sounds like a sweet man. :)

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  8. Awww, this is so sweet! :)

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  9. I agree that instructors make the information so much more relatable. They are so important. Glad you got some good ones for your classes.

    And LOVE apple butter. And maple sausages from Morningstar.

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  10. omg watch out little patty, the two ‘pac-man’ waffles are coming to eat you!!!

    LOL your yummy food amuses me <3

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  11. Oh gosh now I’m crying. My hubby kisses my hand like that too. He doesnt give a reason, but that old man must be on to something. The elderly are so so wonderful and such an important part of our world. I wish my grandparents were still around so I could bug them all day and beg them to tell me their stories. What an amazing experience and story you get to share now :)

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  12. banana. fudge. vita? i have got to get my hands on one! hooray for waffle wednesday!

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  13. My dog is looking at me wondering why I am crying but I just had to say that was a really beautiful story!!!

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  14. I re-read this 3x. I love this! I love “older” people- such amazing stories, so wise, and so many experiences! Do you think you’ll introduce him to your parents/family? I would love to meet someone like him! He must have such a unique take on your history class! Depending on what type of history (era) you’re learning about, he could provide the entire class with so much knowledge! I’d love to hear his recollections and read his essays! How funny must it all sound to him! This post warmed my heart!!
    XOXO
    Barbara

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