Empathy Day.

posted in: Day In The Life 11
Cheer up, Charlie. (Virginia Woolf.)
Cheer up, Charlie. (Virginia Woolf.)

Everywhere I looked this past weekend, I saw human suffering. It wasn’t pity; my path continually crosses with people just like me who have their crosses to bear, just like me, and pity is gross. The difference was that for a few days I was a particularly raw nerve for some reason, and I felt the ache more acutely. Who can say why.

The three lame gaits I witnessed (one after the other, each more severe than the last) were the first taste of the tone of the whole two days. First was a young woman just ahead of me on Wabash. One of her legs was significantly shorter than the other and she walked with an UP-down, UP-down, UP-down rhythm. I wondered if she sensed that rhythm anymore, or if it has always been so normal that it’s long been absorbed. After her was an elderly man so corkscrewed by scoliosis he looked directly at the ground and was clearly not able to look elsewhere. I’m not sure how he gets around like that, but he was getting around, and he had a plastic bag from Walgreen’s.

Then came a fellow on crutches. He wanted to sign up for the Segway tour I went on but after much deliberation and discussion with the kindly tour crew, he didn’t. As it turned out, the young, attractive (Iranian? Turkish?) man had MS. The Segway machine responds instantly to even the lightest movement of the body riding it; since multiple sclerosis causes involuntary movements, riding the Segway would not be safe. A thigh that mutinies and jerks to the left would jerk the whole contraption to the left, too, putting the young man and the pedestrians around him at great risk. As he crutched past those of us gleefully practicing on our Segways in the park, he gave a big smile and said, “Have fun, guys!” and I nearly wept, absolutely, this is horrible, no, no, that is not right, I hate everyone, you gotta be f-cking kidding me, no, no… I recalled an infirm Virginia Woolf who wrote about resenting healthy people, resenting “the armies of the upright.”  I felt ashamed at the surplus of health I possessed. I wanted to give him some and then we could both ride.

And the next morning, an old woman with rheumy eyes scrabbled up to the front of the bus to ask, repeatedly, “Is this 9th Street? Is this 9th Street? Do you go to Roosevelt? Is this 9th Street?” I knew the bus route well and so I went up to the front and said in a gentle voice that I was getting off where she was and I’d make sure she got her stop. And so I did, and she began to talk to me as we disembarked. She was going to the store a block or two away; I said that I was going to the same store (true) and that we could walk together. She liked this idea and we shared a good 15 minutes of conversation as we walked slow as snails. Her name was Jahuri and she wasn’t such a sorry figure — kind of a spitfire, honestly — but at 77 with severe glaucoma that had long gone undiagnosed, she would be blind within a year. Her cloudy eyes tugged at my heart and when I left her at the store, my whole body felt heavy.

And then at Starbucks, a little baby touched a plush toy to his downy cheek. “Mamah!” he cried, showing her his new friend. “Mamah!” The beautiful young Spanish mother picked up her son and said, “Ah! Carino!” and it wouldn’t be a moment of suffering at all except that I felt briefly, deeply devastated that I have no baby, that my bloodline will end when I do, and what a shame it is when the doors to possibility close.

11 Responses

  1. Mary Ann
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    Mary, your writing is so heartfelt sometimes it’s hard to comment. This did make me sad and served as a reminder not to take good health for granted. Hope it’s a beautiful Fall day in the city.

    • Mary Fons
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      Ach, thank you, Mary Ann. It is rainy but cozy in Chicago. xo, Mar

  2. Deedrie
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    I know this cannot replace a bloodline, but I am certain you will leave quite a legacy. And I have to add the first time I typed quite it came out quilt.

    • Mary Fons
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      Deedrie, you are quilt a lady. 😉 Thanks. xo, Mar

  3. Deedrie
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    It looked like it ate my first comment. Sorry. Feel free to delete all those extra words.

  4. Annie
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    Mary, you did bring a tear to my eyes, we can never take our good health for granted. I recently had hip replacement surgery (only 66 and in good health) but I spent 2 weeks in rehab and counted my blessings every day as I saw so many people in various stages or rehab, some I thought would not benefit from it. And then some making great strides for their independence. As another wrote, you will leave a great legacy of your work and writings and kindness.

  5. Steph
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    As someone who knows a fair amount about chronic pain, physical limitations and the feeling of being a ‘childless’ mother, your post brought tears to my eyes. You have a great deal of courage to not only explore these feelings in yourself, but to also share them with strangers and friends through your blog. Thank you for doing that, Mary. Take care.

  6. Molly
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    Wow. I really felt that pang at the end. I have many days where I’m super introspective and go about my day observing the world and noting the odd corners and crannies. You put into words a typical day like that for me ….. thanks. Nice to know I’m not alone.

  7. Brenda Groelz
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    Ah, Mary. Such a beautiful posting. Thanks for bringing us all along today.

  8. Sen
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    Oh, Mar. I may be a teensy bit in love with you.

  9. Vera
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    Your entry was so very stirring. The same day you wrote this I saw that one of my friends reflected on how she had been deeply disappointed and hurt for years when they could not carry a baby to term. Since adopting two little ones, she is amazed now how much their little family seems, quite simply, meant to be. What she thought was God saying no was actually God saying that He had a better plan. So while you feel doors closing, look around. A door may open soon that will change your life. Oh, if it only didn’t hurt in the meantime. Take care!

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