Its been a busy day.
The older heavyset woman with long, dishevelled grey hair that was pulled back at the temples with bobby pins, greeted me at the hostess desk.
” I’m looking for my friend”, I said, peering around the restaurant.
“You have friends?” she mocked.
Taken aback by her comment, I snapped my attention to her laughing face. What an odd comment I thought. As I smiled back, I couldn’t think of anything to say, except to nod.
“Well, I don’t.” She said, still smiling. “Can I be your friend?”
My heartstrings tugged. Just yesterday I was crying about being lonely. Maybe this woman was lonely too. I know that pain. I wondered how long it had been since she had been hugged, been held, been loved. I suddenly realized that the answer didn’t matter. Every human being needs to be loved. Every human being needs to be touched.
So I reached out and hugged her. “Sure,” I said. “Anytime.”
Did I help her today? Did I make a difference?