Yesterday I was walking home from the elementary school when I fell in step with another woman also headed in my direction. She's a woman I recognize and have chatted with before but I wouldn't say that we're friends. Just friendly. I don't even know her name.
Anyway, as we're walking along she begins to tell me about her money problems. She mentions job hunting, food stamps, and not being able to pay her bills. Then, clearly embarrassed, she confessed that last week she awoke to the sound of her car being repossessed.
I consider myself a fairly good judge of character and I can usually quickly spot what a persons intentions are. This woman wasn't telling me all this to get sympathy-or anything else-from me. She just needed to talk.
We continued walking and she continued talking, eventually walking passed her own house. We stopped in front of my apartment and I waited as she finished getting it all of her chest. After a while, the conversation reached a natural stopping point, we said our goodbyes, and she headed back home.
I'm not sure why this woman chose me to hear her plight. Maybe, as Peggy said last year when something similar happened to her, it was just easier for this woman to talk to me because I'm not in her usual circle of friends.
Whatever the reason, I was glad I was there to listen.