I found this note I had written at the end of 2019 before the madness of 2020.
It’s seems a life time ago .
When we could sit next to strangers and chat in a public place.
I wonder how the lovely gentleman is now.
I pray he is okay.
I kid you not people are wearing hats and coats.
I think it’s warmer outside in the winter sun.
Is the heating broken?
I sit watching an array of people walk through the doors.
I work for the NHS encounter the affects of cutbacks everyday.
It’s affecting patients and staff.
It’s going to hell in a hand cart.
The staff are amazing we care but you can’t pour from.an empty vessel and believe me we are scraping the bottom.
Hailed as best heath provider in the world but for how long..
I feel so sad as I look around
An elderly couple sit beside me. Chat about lack of disabled parking.
He leans his head on his hands.
Milky eyes, papery skin and wrinkles tell a thousand stories.
He struggles for breath, she smiles. C.o.p.d.
Years down the pit she says.
I smile my heart aches. I come from a mining town I know the graft the blue scars and toil of pit men
All my life he says as if reading my mind.
My son’s too.
One still a miner now he’s says with pride in his rasping voice.
Our other boy is a teacher she says in Australia. I think that I hear relief in her proud words.
We are hoping to get a nebuliser to help him breath marvellous they are.
Expensive maybe we can get one now,
his chest is so much worse than the last appointment.
Maybe? I think?
Why oh why hasn’t he got one now?
This lovely proud hard working man.
Struggling to breath without complaining
Worked all his life
Asked for nothing.
Time that should be enjoyed.
Outdoors with his loving family.
He sits in a cold hospital corridor.
On a shabby uncomfortable chair.
Struggling for breath.
Where is his rewards
For a life hard worked.
Give him all that he needs.
Give it to him now.
How can you be expected to wait to breathe?
He smiled as they call his name.
Goodbye he says with a wink.
Nice to meet you.
It’s a honour to meet you sir. I say as he shakes my hand
I forget about the cold.
As I concentrate on the wonder and blessing of my breath.