The Little Old Asian Woman

 

Stopped at a red light just observing, I noticed a little old Asian woman getting ready to cross the street. She did not realize that the light had turned red and it was her turn to cross. In her mind, the cars stooped just for her to cross. Despite wearing a mask, I noticed her smile.

A head covered in short white hair and a touch of youthfulness; bangs. A thin fragile body that leaned forward as she walked due to a curved spinal cord. As I watched her, I guessed she was around 90. Her clothes looked as if they had survived many eras and her shoes were worn out.

As she started her long journey, many thoughts ran through my mind. She looked as if she was going to tumble and fall during her crossing. I wanted to get out of the car and help. I wanted some one to cross along and help her to the other side. I kept praying for her not to trip. It was as if my positive vibration was holding her up and guiding her. I also prayed that a gust of wind would not come along and knock her over; she looked frail.

For those observing, she was walking slowly, but for her she was running. When she reached the other side, she turned to the cars and gave us drivers a thumbs up, thanking us for waiting patiently. To get on the sidewalk, she held on to a sign post. She stopped and waited for her breath to catch up with her.

She was carrying an empty shopping bag. I sighed with relief and said a little prayer for her to reach her final destination safe and sound. It looked like she was more courageous crossing the street; on the sidewalk she took a few steps and stopped. That went on until the light turned green.

 

Written: December 27, 2021 ( I should have taken a picture)

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