I have posted here a few times about Ruth from the dog park.
She’s someone I love running into because at 80-something, Ruth makes up in pep for what she has lost in mobility. Bright red lipstick, carrot-colored choppy hair, manicured nails and a cane for support, she’s got that naughty glint in her eye that says: “I know how to work it and I will if need be.”
Last week when we met at the dog run, Ruth shared that she had fallen in the crosswalk earlier in the day while out with her dog Jessie.
Oh my God! I reacted.
Yeah, came her casual reply. I was like Jesus on the cross. Spread out all over the place.
Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?
Me? she countered wide eyed, gesturing toward herself. No no. I know how to fall. I took a parachuting course years ago.
All of a sudden I felt a pang.
Ruth parachuting! Wow.
And I sort of had to squint in my mind’s eye to past-blast beyond the moment and conjure a younger Ruth bodysurfing on the wind.
Of course Ruth has a past. But I had never contemplated it. And being confronted with it in such a lively manner sparked within me a combination of awe and sadness.
But in facing the image of a younger Ruth, I was facing myself.
THIS is why I like her, I epiphanied.
I Scuba dive and windsurf. I was thrown from a horse into a Mercedes years ago on a wild, midnight ride at Giza’s pyramids. I’ve done my fair share of conning and as for amorous relationships with men. . .I’ll save that for another posting.
Ruth, I realized, reminds me of me.
With luck, I’ll be like her when I get where she is.